Around the time I was in 8th grade, the Minnesota Vikings were rocking the universe with Randy Moss and Cunningham. I, being a Vkings fan, needed something new to flash to all of the Packer fans in my school.
My old Carter jersey was too small for me, so I begged my parents for a Randy Moss jersey for Christmas, and you know what? They followed through.
So, my first day back at school after break I am sporting my wonderful, and beautiful Randy Moss jersey and I sit back to enjoy class. The smelly kid that nobody likes (you all know what kid I'm talking about, every school had one) sat behind me. The entire class period I could hear him whispering "Moss is oss--ome." Which was fine by me...the more Viking fans the better.
As I get up to leave class, one of my fellow students pointed and laughed at me, and I looked behind me, and to my horror, that smelly piece of crap DREW ALL OVER MY BRAND NEW RANDY MOSS JERSEY IN PERMANENT MARKER! He only traced the O-S-S, which explained the "Oss--ome," and he marked up the 84 completely. I was one pissed off 8th grader. Maybe if I wasn't a complete wuss, I would have done something about it, but I just told the teacher and he was dealt with. The thing that pissed me off the most was that I couldn't get it out, and they didn't make the kid pay for anything. Gayness.
But that is life as a Viking fan. You get crapped on by the smelly kid.