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The mountains shook, and a mouse was born.

They showed up and—well, they left. It feels like the whole thing was almost the exact opposite of what was promised.
Following that logic, I suppose the media stayed pretty quiet in their reporting, which makes me wonder—what was actually achieved by that silence?
If anything, it just strengthens the case for taking a stand against the mob and organized crime, though the intended impact—if there ever really was one—seems to have missed the mark entirely, I guess.

Walter Mendoza80 said:They showed up and then they were gone, which feels somewhat contrary to all the hype leading up to it.
Given how quiet the media coverage remained, I can't help but wonder what was actually achieved here.
It just seems to strengthen the case for fighting against organized crime and corruption, yet that intended psychological impact feels like it missed the mark.

Exactly. It’s nothing more than defeatism and barroom philosophy.🙏..
As someone who has lived through enough years to stop chasing childish, idealistic slogans or obsessing over whether people are wearing black jackets versus other colors, I found myself genuinely surprised by both the turnout and the palpable energy in the air.

It is almost as if these younger kids aren't fully grasping the weight of reality, leaving you to step in and offer that old, weary perspective that things won't necessarily improve.
Perhaps they won't, but seeing the scale of it all at one point felt truly surreal.

Walter Mendoza80 said:They showed up and then they were gone. It feels completely contrary to all the hype.
Since the media barely covered it, what was actually achieved here?
It just strengthens the case for fighting against organized crime and corruption, but the intended impact seems to have missed the mark entirely.

The only thing gained is that you and other nuisances like you finally have something to bicker about.

Sunday at 6 PM—honestly, there’s no better time to head out to the game. It’s right when you need the squad most, especially during those moments where the fight for Real Madrid and the soul of American soccer becomes a total necessity for anyone who truly lives and breathes being part of the BBB!

Everyone head to the North Stand!!

The turnout at the North end was pretty light today—honestly, it’ll probably be the same story next Saturday when we face off against Houston Dynamo—but we’re still showing up. I really hope the rest of the crowd wakes up and actually steps up to back the group when it matters most! It’s especially disappointing seeing the folks from Chicago stay home; out of maybe 150 people there today, at least 50 of us traveled from outside the city, and the Stadium isn't even right in our backyard! Even last night at Indoor Soccer (had to miss it because of work, unfortunately), the numbers were low... which is a shame, considering how quickly we went from nothing to having the best Indoor Soccer team in America! Just a real missed opportunity...

Well, good job guys—fighting matters. Mad respect to everyone. I’ll drift off into one of my own little stories for a second, though it actually touches on the group quite deeply. To my buddy I.—well, look. I don’t want to go on about how old I am or everything I’ve been through, but I should probably clear something up for some people here. Basically, I’m a ninja. When I went to that last trip to Paris, I went just like a regular civilian, pretty poorly armed—and honestly, I tossed whatever gear I had immediately and didn't even use it. I belong to a certain school of ninjutsu from a tiny island near Okinawa. There are islands out there I can't name, because if I did, everyone would die in terrible agony from some unknown disease. So, I won't. I won't say the name. The direction is called Bushimti doma. Having seen my friend I.—who works miracles with screwdrivers—with my own eyes, I can tell you he's a total zero. Me? Well, I work with a wide spectrum of psycho-physical skills where I can turn reality into a lie and stupidity into truth. As for weapons, it’s anything from katanas and shurikens to paperclips and sharpened points. Just remember, there’s no such thing as a more or less dangerous weapon—there are just more or less dangerous people. Since Kyiv and then Paris were my first away trips after maybe 20 years, I went as a civilian rather than an official representative of my ninja school. That’s why my gear was so limited; my main task was actually to scout the situation at the largest prison in Europe—Fleury de Mergois. After me, another ninja was supposed to head into that facility to handle something. I can't write about that, either. But outsiders don't realize that after that stint in prison—which was only respected within my ninja school, called Brain Paralysis, in the Bushimti doma direction—I can talk about a lot of things, except for the name of the island where the school is located. After that prison trip, I went to all the Real Madrid away games fully geared up as a ninja, from katanas and shurikens down to paperclips and blades. Nobody ever saw me. Because, well, we ninjas can be invisible and silent.
So, instead of being happy that you have some 50-year-old fool who still stubbornly keeps going... someone who might be the only one left who was involved in founding the group, organizing the first BBB transport, and giving the group its name. One of the three who went to that first Buffalo trip, one of the eight who went to Memphis. And I'm still here. Etc., etc., etc.
No, you guys just had to unmask me as a ninja, and now what am I supposed to do? Maybe they'll kill me. Or poison me—ninjas are experts at cultivating staph infections, for example. Who finds this interesting enough to follow a 50-year-old BBB member around just to badmouth him, when it could easily be his own son?
Ninja forever

Look, I don't care if we were all a bunch of ninjas back in the day, let the younger crowd find their own way. They need to figure things out for themselves. If they hit a wall and actually need some advice, they know exactly who to call. Honestly, too many generations have been completely screwed over by older folks trying to "help" with their misguided guidance. It’s about time someone finally messed things up on their own terms, even if they trip up once in a while.
Sporting regards,

London 2006

Man, what an incredible crowd and such a killer crew to be hanging out with!

You can't just live off your past glory days...

BBB in El Paso back in 2017
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2uuo...ature=youtu.be

Merry Christmas, everyone.

Merry Christmas to the Bad Boys!

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Stay strong, brother!

Such a shame... rest in peace.

holloworca10 said:Sadly enough... rest in peace.

I feel bad for you guys...

I guess God just doesn't want any bottom-feeders or junkies around, unfortunately...

(Go ahead and ban me if you have to, I don't really care)

People need to start using their heads if they actually want to see change. But most folks couldn't care less; they just wait to swap one idiot at the top for another...
So, I guess God is in charge here, huh...