Mine is another sports related story.
It was the very late Spring of 1993, and I was at Six Flags Great America. This specific park is in Gurnee, IL, just north of Chicago.
The NBA finals was in full swing, and the Chicago Bulls were looking for their third championship of the 90's. The Bulls were playing Charles Barkley, Dan Majerle, and the Phoenix Suns.
Well, me being the genius that I am, I decided to wear my Barkley Suns jersey. I honestly didn't even think about it until I was there, wearing it. Had it dawned on me that morning, while dressing, there's no way in heck I would have worn that jersey.
As one could guess that day didn't do too well: I was cussed out, threatened, had food/drink thrown at me, etc.
I still have the jersey, and it still has some of the stains from all of the ketchup and cola tossed my way.