Who do you call? Post game riot!

[Tuscano]

Cross-town rivals. I lived on the border, so I knew and dated my adversaries! LOL!
They knew me! I am on my school's student council. "Sargent of Arms!" Who is going to argue with me? Never going to happen!

So, all hell breaks out after a football game! The host thought they had the game won! Then, the opposing coaches finally released the "beast." Me! We tie the game. The worst possible outcome. The whole city implodes!

Make the news!!! SF California. Hey! when we go! We go big! Not the first time! So the city fathers panic! Who do they call? Me! And then dive for cover! Asshats!

I was requested to attend the rival school rally pregame the following week. No ADULTS !!! Asshats! I was on my own! Yet...while bood on my entrance...no one stepped in my path.

Not relvant side story re South San francico Lucchese...

Yeah...they knew me I had dated their own...lol!
I was welcomed and stood with their student body president...an honored guest!
As the rally ended, the opposing football team gathered at the foot of the Dias to welcome me! I was stunned! I was expecting a fight.

Years later, I learned the predominant ethnic group among the three South San Francisco High Schools was the Lucchese! Who knew!

Few did among my generation...which is why, at the time, I did not recognize some compliments I received from opposing coaches...They recognized me as Lucchese! I didn't know they were as well at the time.

Years later, my sister is getting remarried. Future in-laws meet—Mother of God! Soon, they are all speaking Lucchese Italian!

[dogwalker]

High school again?