Ryan Sierra – DT – Orange County Otters
S6 – WE PT #1
I am so glad Terrell Brister decided to talk about a night in Tijuana. The day began with a game in Kansas City, MO. Following this big game, the Luchadores had clinched a playoff birth. Instead of staying in KC for the night before flying home, the Lucha made an immediate flight back to Tijuana to celebrate their victory, season turn-around, and play-off clinching birth.
That night at the club, Dean, Terrell and I were partaking in some adult entertainment and drinks. We began to go our separate ways as Dean stepped out with a couple local gals. I was sitting back in VIP with a couple old friends, catching up, when I heard some yelling. Apparantly, the bartender had made the call to cut off Terrell. He took exception to this and began to yell and scream, “Don’t you know who I am?! I’m the best f**king DB in the league! You don’t give me my drinks, I’ll take them!” Before I could get over to the ruckus, Terrell was blindsided by one of the club’s bouncers. Unfortunately, for Brister, I couldn’t get him out of the club before the Federales arrived. I was however able to get them to drop any charges and just allow him to sleep it off in the drunk tank. TB’s explanation about what happened that night is about saving face. We like to give him shit for not being able to hold his liquor.
251 words.
S6 – WE PT #1
I am so glad Terrell Brister decided to talk about a night in Tijuana. The day began with a game in Kansas City, MO. Following this big game, the Luchadores had clinched a playoff birth. Instead of staying in KC for the night before flying home, the Lucha made an immediate flight back to Tijuana to celebrate their victory, season turn-around, and play-off clinching birth.
That night at the club, Dean, Terrell and I were partaking in some adult entertainment and drinks. We began to go our separate ways as Dean stepped out with a couple local gals. I was sitting back in VIP with a couple old friends, catching up, when I heard some yelling. Apparantly, the bartender had made the call to cut off Terrell. He took exception to this and began to yell and scream, “Don’t you know who I am?! I’m the best f**king DB in the league! You don’t give me my drinks, I’ll take them!” Before I could get over to the ruckus, Terrell was blindsided by one of the club’s bouncers. Unfortunately, for Brister, I couldn’t get him out of the club before the Federales arrived. I was however able to get them to drop any charges and just allow him to sleep it off in the drunk tank. TB’s explanation about what happened that night is about saving face. We like to give him shit for not being able to hold his liquor.
251 words.