Game Face

I'm working when I get a text from my roommate Sean. "Padre game tonight, lets go faggot," I read on my phone. I don't like the Padres much, but it might be fun. I agree and text back, "Pick me up at work and lets roll."

First, we drive home. We need to drink a few and wait for our DD (designated driver). We buy a couple 18 packs, and some hard shit. We drink the beers like they're water, and we take the shots like it's basketball practice. We have about 20 minutes before our ride comes, so we drink fast. We were pretty disoriented after the race.

Our ride comes, and we jump on the 5. Petco Park is in downtown San Diego, and it's a beautiful sight from the 5. You can see about 12 tall buildings standing around in downtown, with the blue Coronado bridge stretching behind. The buildings look like a bunch of underage kids standing outside a liquor store waiting for their booze. Each building is ready to leave, but they can't go without the other's permission. And the bridge in the background is the little brother who tagged along.


The sky is turquoise, with pink, red, and purple clouds dancing on the blue background. I could have painted a realler scene, but it wouldn't have been as beautiful. I like when clouds dance.

We park our car behind Petco Park, in a carport. Our group has 8 people, with 7 of them wobbling on the street. In front of us is a street, with the trolley tracks after that, and then Petco Park another 200 feet further. We stand at an intersection waiting to cross to get to the trolley, then to walk closer to the field, when to our left a taxi is honking.

I'm ready to give him the fuck you sign, but when we look at him, he's not trying to be rude. He's pointing in front of him, and yelling, "Look!" To our right, about 100 yards down the street, a car is flipped on it's top. My roommate immediately yells, "Adam, let's go."


He starts running to the scene, and I follow. I'm just trying to stay upright because drinking has left me paraplegic. We make it to the car, and its laying at a 45 degree angle on top of the passenger side window. It looks like it's about to roll.

People are standing around the car wondering what to do. They look like the smoking crowd standing outside a bar. I look inside and three people are trapped. A man inside is standing, holding a limp arm. His arm is obviously broken, so he can't help himself climb out. There are two other women. One is cut from head to toe, and crying hysterically. The other is still sitting in the passenger seat. Her head is laying on the passenger side window, and she's not moving. She looks bad.


No one wants to jump in the car because it looks as though it could roll at any time. My roommate and I are standing at the side of the car with the drivers door at our heads. Immediately my roommate opens the drivers door, climbs on top of the side and jumps in. I walk to the back at the rear view window and watch the show.

I see my roommate inside grabbing the man. He's yelling at me to break the rear view window. I dunno if you've ever tried to break a rear view window, but it's hard as shit. I start kicking it, no dice. Another man starts punching it, broken hand. Finally, someone in the crowd finds a metal rod and we start hitting that window like it killed our mothers. That window shattered and fell like a waterfall.


Right away my roommate starts handing me the victims. First, he gives me the man with a broken arm. His arm looks like a spaghetti dinner, a noodle hanging off the plate. But, he can walk. I grab his other arm, and he steps out of the car and sits on the curb.

While this is all happening the police finally arrive. They start surrounding the scene, and watching. I'm at the rear view window, waiting to grab the next, but also waiting for the police to step up and take my place. It's strange, the cops just stand there and watch my roommate and me.


Next, my roommate grabs the hysterical woman. She is so distraught, she can't stand correctly. My roommate has to pick her up and hand her to me. There is glass all over the floor, so I pick her up and carry her over to the curb. She is cut badly, she looks like a butcher had fun with her.

Lastly, my roommate looks at the last woman. She is still not moving, and she looks bad. He leaves her, and I grab his hand to help him through the rear view window. He comes out like a super hero. The hysterical woman is yelling, "He's my hero, my hero!" and pointing at my roommate.


The ambulance shows up and jumps in the car to save the last woman. My roommate and I are still stumbling from our drinks. We felt funny because there are so many cops, so we leave to get more drinks and catch the game. No one got my roommates name. He walked off into the sunset, with the lady yelling,"My hero!"