I was invovled in the said incident at the chicken on Friday night. How I got invovled was that someone confronted my brother about our pots, then pointed at me and said "What the hell is he doing wearing a brown pot?" I may have replied wrong by asking, "Do you have a problem with a n***** wearing a Brown Pot" Of course, hindsight is always 20/20, and I was slightly intoxicated. I was given a clear answer of no that was not the reason. My brother was flustered at the questions that were asked of him, so I stepped in. My brother was asked if he knew a certain old Brown that died during Bonfire, and he responded yes, because they had apparently met before this. He also asked was my brother apart of the Air Crap line. My brother mistakely said yes, and I corrected my brother and explained that all of our lines were new lines. He could have continued asking questions, but at this point one of his buddies sucker punched my brother when he turned and looked toward me. My brother thinking it was the guy who confronted him that hit him, hit that guy. I punched the guy who did hit my brother. At that point, we were pulled apart.
When we began to fight, our actions went beyond having a disagreement as fellow Ags, or even our love of Bonfire or our lines. What happened did not display any respectfulness we should show to fellow Ags, and I'm ashamed of my actions. Pot lines are not something to fight about, but a blatant disrespect to fellow Aggie is. I defended my brother as I would have anyone, Old Army or not.
Our pot lines are new, and they will stay that way. Bonfire will not be the same ever again. You can't compare apples and oranges.
The 2nd biggest problem I had was that everyone except the man who confronted us kept dropping names of the deceased to get their point across, and it began to create emotions that ulitimately led to the fight. Friday night, I felt like I had been bamboozaled by the Aggie family into thinking that Bonfire 1999 was something sacred and above use in starting some drunken barfight. I never met them, and I feel that using those who died as a crutch to rile up someone's emotional is disrepectful. I was at the point of tears outside the chicken because I knew the reason why we all love bonfire and although it may be different times and different eras, and our lines may be different, we all still believe in the same thing. We just couldn't figure it out that night.
[This message has been edited by tokenag07 (edited 9/12/2006 6:53p).]