Bomber Assignment, But Not Really

Last month my class went to a Bomber game for a journalism assignment. We had to find two people to interview, and write a story about anything besides the game. This is the story I wanted to tell - but I didn't. I couldn't find a way to make it work, and I feel sexual harassment is an intimidating subject to approach.  

Well, here it is. Name (there's only one) has been changed.  




"Drink your beer," says Warren Smith for the third time. "It makes the game more fun." Smith jumps out of his seat, yelling at the B.C. Lions quarterback, hoping to distract him. It doesn't work, the Bombers are still losing terribly. I don't want the beer Smith bought me and though I told him,  he insists. I say I have to go see my classmates and throw the beer out.

I walk around the circuit at Investors Group Field and make eye contact with a man. He's tall, half his face is painted blue, the other half is gold. I wonder if I should ask him for an interview and he says, "Smile for me baby." He pauses, waiting for my reaction. I walk away because I am not a baby. I am an adult. 

There are 29,457 people at the game, yet trying to find a person to interview seems increasingly impossible. I go outside where people are smoking, looking for someone uninterested in the game. I talk to two men, their friend joins us. 

The friend wraps his arm around my shoulder. I try to pull away but he doesn't let me. I feel his mouth on my neck, moving up towards my ear. He licks my ear. 
 I pull out of his grip and stare at him, disgusted. "You know you love it," he says. 

The Bombers lost 53-17.