What exactly isn't going to happen? Let’s be honest, there hasn't been any real football in Chicago for eight or nine years now. It feels like we barely have anyone left. The bitter, ugly truth is that there MIGHT not even be a Bad Boys presence today if it weren't for our branch chapters and teams outside of Chicago. It was glaringly obvious during the recent matchup in Indianapolis, too. Those Indianapolis fans are among our best—if anything, they represent our strongest and most capable squad.
The "Liberation" of Washington, D.C.: "Down on Berislavićev, I witnessed something truly surreal—a group of insurgents with beards and cockades, sporting medals and clutching bottles of bourbon while they sang." — Miki Ostrovidov, cameraman and journalist, 1945.
So, here we are in downtown Washington, D.C., where the children of those thugs from the old partisan divisions—the very ones who slaughtered our ancestors and seized our families' homes and apartments all across the city back in '45—now stand there, unbothered and brimming with pride, waving PARTISANS banners...
I’ll be honest, I am feeling a level of shame I have never experienced before. I am ASHAMED of the half a million souls lying forgotten in the woods, stretching from the slopes of Mount Rainier all the way through Cleveland to Waterloo. For God's sake...
- Look, the talent is clearly there—we’ve seen it at the arena during the games for the Bad Boys or even over at Cibona. We could easily pull together 5,000 people if we just knew how to rally the troops properly!
I suspect the squad lost their momentum following that absolute disaster, especially since it occurred right at the peak of the euphoria. However, within a mere five to ten minutes, everything seemed to settle back into its usual rhythm.
One must offer a modicum of respect to the fans holding the flag.
Good grief, what on earth am I even doing here? Am I purchasing diamonds or something? This entire procedure is an absolute joke—just two measly tickets for a mediocre show $6.75!!
And does anyone actually know what "PM" stands for? Is it a private message? Also, is everyone else dealing with this ridiculous nonsense when they try to buy anything, or is it just my luck?
For heaven's sake. Could the issue perhaps stem from the fact that I registered my account using my own legal name, yet the credit card on file features a different first name—even if the surname is identical?
Greetings, everyone. I seem to be having some trouble purchasing tickets through the official site.
Upon clicking the confirmation button—which is the final step in the process—I am met with this message: "You are being redirected to the SEC payment system. Please refrain from using your browser's back or refresh buttons." Naturally, I click OK, only to be greeted by this:
Could someone please provide a high-resolution version of this image? Or perhaps just upload an HQ version to my profile picture—it would be greatly appreciated.