You get the sense that you’re encountering people who spend their days defending their turf and beating up outsiders who are wearing the wrong colors.

Seconded. There’s a very menacing vibe - not so much in the stadium, but in the poorly-lit parking lot with no security in sight. Too many dudes with teardrop tattoos and full of Tecate just waiting for the guy in the Reds t-shirt (me) to say something back while they surround me and call me a faggot.

You eat the lunch your wife packed at like 10 a.m. then still go get your burrito. Or eat the burrito and throw the lunch away and never mention it. But you don’t, under any circumstances, risk fucking that situation up, you moron.

Bold statement.