Now He Wakes up?

It's the early 90's(1990's for you youngsters) and the Chicago Bulls are rock stars. They are winning championships every year and they have Michael Jordan the most famous person on Earth. Even for people not from Chicago, you want to see your team win and Michael score 50. Well, this was the case the time my father-in-law invited me to go to a game in Milwaukee and watch his beloved Bucks play the Bulls. Now, let me tell you something about me as a fan. I'm a Homer. Not in the sense that I am completed jaded by my teams and can't see that there may be other teams or players better than the ones I cheer for (Except my Ohio State Buckeyes)but an actual Homer meaning, I don't like to watch my teams play games at the opponent's stadiums. I know people will watch their team play anywhere anytime. I won't. I like my home stadiums or my home, as in my living room. OK, so I love my father-in-law and agreed to go to this game. The seats were pretty good and I felt pretty confident Michael and the Boys would take care of business. Not wanting to start trouble or god forbid an all out riot, I kept my cheering level to a low and never thought of taunting(actually thought of it, you know me, just didn't do it). Unfortunately, my birth defect of having a loud voice(volumousmaximus) meant that the people in our general vicinity knew I was cheering for the Bulls. I think that actually motivated some people in my section to cheer louder to try to get under my skin(good luck pikers!). Things are going accordingly if you are Milwaukee Bucks fan..your team is playing the Bulls close and Michael has dropped in about 48 points. The Bulls are up 1 point with 15 seconds left and Milwaukee has the ball. A Milwaukee player gets the ball, fakes and shoots about a 20 footer. NOTHING BUT NET!!!!  The Stadium goes ballistic!! Everyone is my section is cheering extra psychotically in my direction,I guess to help me know what the score of the game is. Oddly, there is a guy sitting right next to me doing nothing but sitting there quietly. This guy didn't make a sound the entire game.(maybe he was pissed this wasn't a Packer's game) Even his buddy next to him was about to burst an artery cheering but not this fellow. He was just sitting there quietly sipping on what looked like a 96 oz cup of soda(maybe it was filled with Ritalin hence the catatonic state he was in). Almost like he was the only one that knew(I knew this too having Mr. Jordan on our team) that this game wasn't over yet. So everyone in the Tri State area knew who's getting the ball with 7 seconds left for the Bulls. The crowd is still going wild when Michael gets the ball. He takes a few dribbles, fires his shot and CLANK! off the rim. Milwaukee wins! Now besides the crowd going wild(which I expected), this guy next to me who was in a coma for 48 minutes, gets right in my face screaming WHOO!!! WHOO!!! OH YEAH!!!!  I wanted to punch this guy right in the nose but probably wouldn't have ended well for me( Massive brawl would have broken out-my father-in-law and I vs.95 people and I heard Milwaukee jails have bad food ). So after this guy took a breath from going nuts on me, I said "Well, we'll see what happens in the playoffs". Easily one of the Top 5 Worst Comebacks in the History of Danny's Life. It happens.