Not really a fan of Ozzie, or that genre. But my friend went there this weekend. He’s been a fan for a long time. Long enough that maybe he should be over it.<\/p>\n
But he’s not. He and his buddy went. His teenage son declined a ticket in favor of staying home and playing World of Warcraft<\/em>. The son of his buddy was psyched to go, though.<\/p>\n Both the heat and the moshing were intense. The men headed for the beer and the teenager headed for the pit.<\/p>\n Of course, the kid had his cell phone. And his Dad called him in between every song.<\/p>\n “You okay?” They discovered that many women had abandoned their tops in favor of bodypaint. He showed me a picture of a lady wearing painted grenades like Ariel wearing seashells. She was one of several.<\/p>\n “You should have seen it! There was a booth called ‘Kick me in the head, a###*le’. There was this guy, shaved head, covering his nose, and you got three chances to hit him as has as you could with a soccer ball. There were people lined up around the corner! Bunch of sickos.”<\/p>\n “Did you throw the balls at him?”<\/p>\n “Well, yeah. My buddy paid for me to do it.”<\/p>\n “Couple more years in purgatory for you.”<\/p>\n “Huh, probably. I asked the guy if he like getting hit. He said, ‘It’s just a job man. It really sucks when you get him five times in a row.'”<\/p>\n “Sounds like a time.”<\/p>\n “It was great!”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Not really a fan of Ozzie, or that genre. But my friend went there this weekend. He’s been a fan for a long time. Long enough that maybe he should be over it. But he’s not. He and his buddy … Continue reading
\n“I’m fine<\/em>, Dad.”
\n“Okay, be careful.”<\/p>\n