Chase Sowell confronted by fan after Colorado game

Seemed like everything held together well after the creepy kid tried to grab Sowell's helmet. I hope that kid doesn't get off scott free. He should have to do something like wash and wax Colorado's conditioning coach's car weekly for the next month. If job not well done each time, run some laps, parents present of course.
 
I’m curious about the Colorado staffer in the yellow shirt—looks like he was almost antagonistic towards Sowell.
Yeah, that was my instinct, but he may have been just the opposite. We can't really tell. I wish he would have been escorting the kid directly to the pokey instead.
 
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Yeah, that was my instinct, but he may have been just the opposite. We can't really tell. I wish he would have been escorting the kid directly to the pokey instead.
I interpreted it that he was just trying to make sure Chase didn't retaliate. I'm fine with that reaction as they should be able to catch the fan at some point and getting Chase out of there is more important.
 
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Sowell's reaction to this is maybe in the top 1% range of how most athletes would react in that situation. I know if I was a college athlete that just had a stupid kid steal my helmet after a frustrating loss, I would beat some ass. Props to him
 
I am looking at the video (as well as I can), kind of agog. I didn’t get how some people think they are entitled to things that don’t belong to them.

Years ago, I was the opening manager at a certain prominent Campustown establishment. Walking up to the building, I noticed something wrong.

A substantial part of the extremely recognizable sign, the trademark logo letter, was gone.

Sighing, I went on inside. And, of course, did what I needed to do.

Our maintenance guy came in shortly after, and went on the roof to check things out. While up there, he found something that had been left behind.

An hour or so later, I was as called to the front. There stood an obviously sheepish frat boy, along with a very recognizable (and broken) script M.

“Er, I brought your sign back,” he started, clearly embarrassed. “Umm…could I please have my wallet back?”

I looked at him for a moment, kind of sorry for the poor sap, before answering.

“I’m sorry, I gave it to the police an hour ago, when they stopped by. You’ll have to ask them.”

BTW, if that was you, the better part of thirty years ago, that was me. ;)
 
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I was still a student during the end of the Meyer/Blythe era. One game, ironically I believe during a Colorado game during the Chiz’s first year, there was a field storm. I drunkenly made way across the field and found Blythe. All I remember is being super excited we won and that I found that guy. So I jumped up on his shoulder pad yelled in his ear hole a phrase that… we’ll call it a profound fondness for his genitalia. I remember him turning and giving me a brief look that basically said get this ******* weirdo off of me.

Todd, if you’re reading this, I didn't really wish my cheeks were your jockstrap.
 
I am looking at the video (as well as I can), kind of agog. I didn’t get how some people think they are entitled to things that don’t belong to them.

Years ago, I was the opening manager at a certain prominent Campustown establishment. Walking up to the building, I noticed something wrong.

A substantial part of the extremely recognizable sign, the trademark logo letter, was gone.

Sighing, I went on inside. And, of course, did what I needed to do.

Our maintenance guy came in shortly after, and went on the roof to check things out. While up there, he found something that had been left behind.

An hour or so later, I was as called to the front. There stood an obviously sheepish frat boy, along with a very recognizable (and broken) script M.

“Er, I brought your sign back,” he started, clearly embarrassed. “Umm…could I please have my wallet back?”

I looked at him for a moment, kind of sorry for the poor sap, before answering.

“I’m sorry, I gave it to the police an hour ago, when they stopped by. You’ll have to ask them.”

BTW, if that was you, the better part of thirty years ago, that was me. ;)
Awesome. That establishment was fortunate to have you as opening manager. You handled it well.
 
I was still a student during the end of the Meyer/Blythe era. One game, ironically I believe during a Colorado game during the Chiz’s first year, there was a field storm. I drunkenly made way across the field and found Blythe. All I remember is being super excited we won and that I found that guy. So I jumped up on his shoulder pad yelled in his ear hole a phrase that… we’ll call it a profound fondness for his genitalia. I remember him turning and giving me a brief look that basically said get this ******* weirdo off of me.

Todd, if you’re reading this, I didn't really wish my cheeks were your jockstrap.
I would imagine fans stroming the field, or court, presents quite a security dilemma.