Row F, seats 10 and 11

John was an avid Steelers fan. He wore is lucky Willie Parker jersey to every game he went to, which was every game played since 1995. Not only did he go to every game, he had a special game room where everything in it had something to do with the Steelers. He even stole the family dog while his wife was out, and dyed its fur black and gold. This Thursday was a special occasion, because not only were the Steelers playing Sunday night, they were playing the Cleveland browns. This match-up made the game even more enjoyable to go to because he knew his team would whoop on the browns like they have for the past 9 times. That afternoon he left the house at the same time he always did when it was a night game. He got to the parking lot at 6 o'clock and tailgated with his buddies until it was 7:30. Then he headed to his seat, Row F seat 11.
James was a self proclaimed "best browns fan in the world." He went to the dog pound every home game and sat in the same seat he always did. He even went to some special away games against the team's rivals, like the Bengals, Ravens, and of course the Steelers. Yes James would leave his family all weekend just to drive to a browns away game in some other city. And nothing changed this season. His Browns were supposed to be "contenders for the division" this year with their explosive offense and improving D. So of course this weekend when the Browns went into Pittsburgh he had to go. Not only did he have to go but he had to wear his special outfit, which really wasn't an outfit at all. It started with jeans, then for the torso he smeared brown paint all over his body until he looked like a big fat meat ball with a white head sticking out the top; and to top it all off he wore an ugly dog mask over his face and made sure he had a least 5 beers before the game started.
James had just finished his 5th beer and decided to take is brown smelly body to his seat, Row F, seat 10. When he got there he could not believe what he saw. He was going to be sitting right next to a big fat Steelers fan. John could hardly believe his eyes either, he had only seen people like James in his worst nightmares. As James looked at his seat and began to sit John blurted out, " You know if you sit there you won't be gettin' up anytime soon because not only will your team be gettin' their ass beat on the field, but you'll be gettin' yours beat too."
James shouted back as if the Steelers fan was 10 seats away," Haha ohh is that so bub, well you know my Browns are a little better than I think your giving them credit for, and better yet don't be fooled by this chubby meatball looking man, cause I can come at you like Shawn Rodgers comin' through your Steelers sorry excuse for an O-Line."
John didn't quite understand what the meatball-man said because his speech was already very slurred but it didn't matter he knew what he had to come back with. "Well if that's so why don't we settle this here and now before you dirty these yellow seats with that [explicit] brown [explicit]!"
James wasn't going to have that. He staggered over closer to John and punched him square in the nose. Then John stood up and uppercutted James strait in the gut, and while James winced proceeded to pull the dog mask from his face and let it snap back right in his face. After that it wasn't quite clear what was going on. They continued to exchange blows, all the while falling over seats and people.
The fight lasted a good 5 minutes until security saw and rushed over. They immediately pulled the sweaty men now with brown smears all over their bodies away from each other and out of the seating area. The two men were so furious they did not even realize they were being thrown out of an exit door and into the street. The doors closed behind them, and then it hit them. They were going to miss their first game in over 10 years. It actually hit the drunken James pretty hard as a little tear fell from his cheek. John slowly said,"look what you did you idiot!"
"You were the one that started it, I don't even want to hear it!" replied James.
"This is ridiculous, because of a fat guy painted brown, this is going to be the first game I miss in over 10 years!"
"How do you think I feel! I haven't missed a game in over 10 years either, and plus I've come all the way from Cleveland!"
Just then they heard the roar of the crowd as the opening kickoff began.
"I have to get to a TV! exclaimed John. As he quickly got up and rushed to the pub down the street across from PNC Park.
"Well wait for me I don't know my way around this place, its the least you could do for me after getting both of us kicked out" pleaded James.
John replied, "I don't care what you do I'm gettin' to the closest car fast."
They both rushed to the bar down the road to took a seat at the table. It was only 5 min into the 1st quarter thankfully, so they didn't miss that much. They proceeded to watch the game while eating wings and having a few beers, and before you knew it they actually started to not mind each other. By the time the game was over they where actually playfully going back and forth after each play and not at each other's throats.
As they were leaving they said their goodbyes. It was a surprisingly peaceful goodbye which actually ended in James inviting John to the next game they played in Cleveland. John accepted the invite and the two left the bar. From a night that started in a fisticuffs, it ended in a new kind of awkward friendship that would last the next 10 years. They never missed another game after that again. And once a year when the Browns played the Steelers John and James sat next to each other in row F, seats 10 and 11.

(p.s.) That ended way cheesier than I ever thought it would...