The rumble was on. It was 7-on-7. Just fists and elbows. It was a clean fight, until Shannon Sharpe threw some trash in my direction.
"This is what I'm gonna do to you right here," he said with a wry smile.
Not knowing what he meant by that, I let out a nervous laugh.
And that's when the 6'2", 230-pound Sharpe took the brawl to another level, revealing a weapon. With no warning, he sent a bomb into the air with a controller in his hands. People fled. I froze. ...Read full story