The Night “Pinball” Clemons Shouted On Front St.
November 4, 2012
Okay, lemme say if I can paint the picture for you…
It isn’t easy to be a sports fan. Your team makes questionable off-season moves, trade their stars (or, outright release?!?! https://www.argosendzone.com/cory-boyd-out-of-the-blue/ ), change uniforms, or, the biggest affront of all, they lose games. But, you keep cheering them on. It’s what fans do.
Sometimes, two fans’ worlds collide. Thursday, November 1, 2012 was one of those nights. The Argos were hosting Hamilton in the season finale and the Ti-Cat fans were out in full force. Sitting in the end zone (to me) is the home team’s turf, but the tickets are cheaper, so we usually have an influx of visiting team fans. Most times, it really adds to the atmosphere, but we’re talking Hamilton, here. When you wear a jersey like this –
You’re opening yourself up to the opposing fans. We had some boisterous Hamilton fans in our section, who got on us after the team fell behind 13-0 early. “Hey, Section 122! You suck!” “Hey, 122! Screw you!” Y’know, creative, original stuff like that. Once out of witty retorts, and their team struggling, they resorted to throwing popcorn at us. The Ti-Cats finally came all the way back & tied the game with about 70 seconds left, causing these fans to lose their collective minds: Running down to the rail, cheering, waving, collar-popping. It was quite a celebration. A premature one, but a celebration, nonetheless. Y’see, now the Argos have the ball in a tie game with a little over a minute left. This is EXACTLY where you wanna be at the end of the game, and the Argos did not disappoint. Swayze Waters kicked a 52 yard field goal with no time left to win the game & eliminate Hamilton from the playoffs. As Paul blew the Ti-Cat fans kisses, they quietly left, with their tails between their legs. ‘Twas a good game.
The End Zone has a tradition of meeting at Casey’s on Front after each game, and while leaving the bar, I heard a voice…
“Hey! Section 122! 122! Yo!”
Oh no…Not again…Y’know, I’m not gonna turn around.
That’s when Fred elbowed me, “Hey, I think that’s Pinball.”
I spun around and saw that unforgettable smile & enthusiasm, waving frantically from the driver’s side window of a big, white car.
Michael “Pinball” Clemons.
…Maybe you didn’t hear me.
PINBALL SAW MY JERSEY!!!
I stared in disbelief as he turned the corner & drove away, waving from his car. For the next few blocks, I was just a giggling idiot, “Hehehe…Pinball saw my jersey! I mean…Pinball, man. Pinball…”
Pinball’s efforts in the community are as well documented as his effort on the field was, so this will come as no surprise to most. But, I would like to personally thank Mr. Clemons for living up to the legend and totally making my week.
See ya at the East Semi-Final,