To those calling the people of Ferguson savages- these are sports riots.Over games. Not someone being murdered. Games pic.twitter.com/SjKJz1zSvk
— John Basedow (@jigosthoughts) November 25, 2014
Twice, I've been trapped in a car where mobs of people swarmed my car and tried to turn it over. The first time was in 1975, when the Philadelphia Flyers won the Stanley Cup for the first time. I was on Passyunk Avenue, driving my VW Bug through the "festivities." It was the first time a Philadelphia team won a title, and of course I wanted to be there.
You'd think I'd have learned my lesson. Drunk white people + sports teams = danger, Will Robinson!
The second time was in 2008, when the Phillies won the World Series. I was driving past City Hall when again, my car was swarmed and the mob began to rock it back and forth, trying to turn it over. It was terrifying. Fortunately, the guy I thought of as my guardian angel appeared from nowhere, pointed to a momentary opening in the crowd and shouted, "Go go go!" I hit the gas, and got out of there.
That night, drunken mobs wandered up and down Broad Street, setting things on fire and smashing store windows. Just high spirits, you understand. College hijinks!
It's all in how you look it at.