Born and raised here. Never lived anywhere else.
Ive been in several fist fights with both, had my car vandalized by a bammer (front tag was ripped off and broke the bumper in 94), had my favorite hat stolen and destroyed by bammers, nearly hit with binoculars by a Barner at the 98 game. When we finally broke bammers streak in 95, i was there with a bammer friend and his bammer parents. Not only did their own fans cuss them for bringing me to the bammer section, but at the end of the third quarter, I was pelted with mustard and ketchup packets for cheering. I was not in the visitors section but i was only cheering for my team. When i turned around to figure out who it was, the guy dove at me, fell down 3 rows on top of other bammers, and was quickly escorted to the gate.
I dont know where you live, but light ribbing is what i hope for wherever I go.