You see, I really wasn't joking when I wrote the other day about the sheer normalcy of those guys dressed like gorillas at the Redskins game. Some sort of standard definition of normal human behavior, or at least normal 21st century D.C.-area public-space human behavior, is temporarily suspended once you get inside those asphalt expanses. You can do whatever you want.
And thus I would not have been at all surprised to come across two guys who brought big shields and hooded sweatshirts and some sort of bizarre Ninja Turtle King Arthur weaponry to the Bills-Redskins game, where they commenced flailing at each other while refusing to acknowledge the woman with the video camera asking "Who are you?" and "Why are you doing this?" A few maidens and turkey legs, and we could have just called it a Renaissance festivaland charged people an additional $20. Next time, Mr. Snyder, next time.
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