I'm a musician, and I was out at the bars thursday night talking to bartenders and managers, trying to make friends and contacts. At one of the bars I see a guy with a non-typical Dodgers hat. I decide to say hello.
"Hey man, good luck in the playoffs," I say, pointing at his hat. "I grew up in California, you from there."
"Yeah man, I'm a real fucking fan."
I tried to be friendly, "Cool, how's your night going?"
"Better than your fucking night, I'll tell you that much!" he snapped at me.
At this point, I realized I had probably picked the wrong cholo-looking motherfucker for some west-coast commiseration. I held up my hands palm open and took a step back, in a classic gesture of surrender
His tough guy routine continued, "You'd better back the fuck up!"
I took another step back and smiled at him, "Ok man, you got it, I'm outta here."
Apparently I wasn't taking him seriously enough, because that was when he bravely sucker-punched me right in the mouth. I dropped the drink I was holding and tried to turn walk away, but he punched me again on the side of my head, below my ear. I stood up and kept backing away facing this guy, but I was not going to let him hit me again.
At this point, his courageous buddy decided that I was probably a threat. He came over from behind me and hit me square on the back of the head with something, possibly a pool cue. I staggered away, and caught the eye of my bartender friend, spat some blood on the ground, and left the bar.
Don't ever trust a Dodgers fan. Not even in the Midwest. Assholes.