Ahh, New Jersey. Reminds me of when I was at the Top Secret Navy Base called Diego Garcia, "The Footprint of Freedom" in the south Indian Ocean. We were on a tanker, bringing jet and diesel to the prepositioning fleet stationed there. There were like 4000 men, mostly Marines, and 400 women, mosty funny girls. 6 bars and a gym. You came off the island in incredible physical shape or an alchoholic. I took the last launch back to our ship, sitting inside at a table that sat 2 or 4, and everyone there "didn't go to the gym." A couple of table/seats down was one of our AB's (Able Bodied Seaman). He was about 26, in his prime and from New Jersey. He was sitting at a table with a kid Marine sitting across from him. They were talking. After a while, I look over and the Marine is shouting "berkeley New Jersey!" and the AB is shouting "Shut Up!" "berkeley New Jersey!" "Shut Up!" "berkeley New Jersey!" "Shut Up!" They pump those Marine kids up until they think they are indestructable. I didn't think anything about it and continued talking to whoever was at my table. A few minutes later, I look up and theres our AB sitting on top of this Marine pounding his face into the deck. Things calmed down a bit.
The Marine came over to our ship the next day and apologised and said it was his fault. Our AB felt really bad about beating on the Marine. After that, we would say to him "Hey, New Jersey. Gardens. Love 'em."