I was standing up for the game, as we were used to. Some meth head behind me got pissed and attempted to choke me from behind. I pushed him back and he fell behind his bleacher seat in their old high school stadium. I told him if he touched me again I was going to break his jaw. I called him a hillbilly a few times mixed in with other f-bombs, etc., as he sat with his head down in his hands. His wife kept saying (while crying), "Just shut up, just shut up." He was pretty beat. After I cooled down, I finally settled by telling him that if he didn't give me money for my shirt and necklace (I was young), that I was going to have him arrested. He made his wife give me 15 bucks and I left for our section.