Post by NOTTHOR on Nov 18, 2008 21:16:33 GMT -6
Sorry dudes, I couldn't post for a few days. I put myself on a timeout. I wasn't planning on going to the game last Saturday, but a guy I work with who has club seats offered to give me a ride to IC and hook me up with one of his tickets. So, I figured a bad day at Kinnick is better than a good day at home and rolled over there.
Now don't get me wrong, this guy is a solid, solid dude and a huge Hawk fan, but he is definitely a lot higher class than me, so I didn't maximize my fun on the trip.
On the ride over, he indicated that he couldn't understand why people want to get to the stadium so early. If you don't get "tailgating" how can it be explained? So then, we get there around 10 or so (after I got a slurred message from Itheus with Ron yelling in the background that made me super thirsty for beer) and he wants to roll straight into the stadium. So we walk from the commuter lot over to Kinnick really fast. I see my buddy Drew (the poor guy whose seats are next to me and Barber) who has a reserved parking spot like 50 feet from the gate and head over to BS with him. His son (probably 14 or 15 years old) goes "BTR, we've got a present for you."
The son brings out this picture of mepassed out at resting my eyes during halftime of the Penn State game -- they added a MasterCard type box to that said stuff like "17 Non-union Coors Lights....$14, season tickets in Row 79 at Kinnick...$700, Sleeping during the Hawks upset of #3 Penn State...Priceless."
Now I think this is pretty damn funny, though I did correct them and say it was actually Yellow Bellies that I was drinking, as me and barber break out the throwback beer for the big games, but that I liked it nonetheless. At this point, I realized that my work life and my personal life got too close for comfort, and the dude I was with seemed like he was ready to go into the Stadium and was decidedly less than impressed with the picture and the story behind it.
So we head on in at like 10:20ish. At this point, I don't know what to say to everyone on this board, so I'll just throw myself on the mercy of the board:
He ordered a chardonnay.
While you guys were finishing off the remnants of a fifth of Crown and capping off the tailgating season, I was up in the club hanging out with a dude drinking chardonnay. Please have mercy. The guy is cool and super nice, but me being the prole that I am, did not know it was even possible to get chardonnay at a Hawks game. Something just wasn't right.
So even though I was "at the game," I wasn't really "at the game."
The game turned out great. Ron's neighbor (who has seats next to the guy who I went to the game with) went off on the worst fucking tirade I have ever heard after that pass interference call at the end of the first half. No shit, this guy dropped 100 f bombs, said god damn 50 times and kept yelling that it was bullshit, he seriously wouldn't let it go until after the last play of the game. He and his wife were what I like to call "BTR drunk" and I admit I was a little jealous. The wealthy people who sat in the club section that day did not appreciate their drunkeness, but I sure as hell did.
In the end, it was a good day, but to pile on to the thank you post for Ron and Marla, it just ain't the same without a few cold beers in the parking lot whilst bonding with fellow Hawk fans. At every Hawk event I've ever gone to, I've always found one thing - Even if you don't know anyone when you get there, you'll have a bunch of new friends by the end of the game (or you'll be so drunk that you'll think everyone is your friend anyway).
Good season guys. Hope to see you all next year (minus Kenneth O'Kweefe, of course).
Now don't get me wrong, this guy is a solid, solid dude and a huge Hawk fan, but he is definitely a lot higher class than me, so I didn't maximize my fun on the trip.
On the ride over, he indicated that he couldn't understand why people want to get to the stadium so early. If you don't get "tailgating" how can it be explained? So then, we get there around 10 or so (after I got a slurred message from Itheus with Ron yelling in the background that made me super thirsty for beer) and he wants to roll straight into the stadium. So we walk from the commuter lot over to Kinnick really fast. I see my buddy Drew (the poor guy whose seats are next to me and Barber) who has a reserved parking spot like 50 feet from the gate and head over to BS with him. His son (probably 14 or 15 years old) goes "BTR, we've got a present for you."
The son brings out this picture of me
Now I think this is pretty damn funny, though I did correct them and say it was actually Yellow Bellies that I was drinking, as me and barber break out the throwback beer for the big games, but that I liked it nonetheless. At this point, I realized that my work life and my personal life got too close for comfort, and the dude I was with seemed like he was ready to go into the Stadium and was decidedly less than impressed with the picture and the story behind it.
So we head on in at like 10:20ish. At this point, I don't know what to say to everyone on this board, so I'll just throw myself on the mercy of the board:
He ordered a chardonnay.
While you guys were finishing off the remnants of a fifth of Crown and capping off the tailgating season, I was up in the club hanging out with a dude drinking chardonnay. Please have mercy. The guy is cool and super nice, but me being the prole that I am, did not know it was even possible to get chardonnay at a Hawks game. Something just wasn't right.
So even though I was "at the game," I wasn't really "at the game."
The game turned out great. Ron's neighbor (who has seats next to the guy who I went to the game with) went off on the worst fucking tirade I have ever heard after that pass interference call at the end of the first half. No shit, this guy dropped 100 f bombs, said god damn 50 times and kept yelling that it was bullshit, he seriously wouldn't let it go until after the last play of the game. He and his wife were what I like to call "BTR drunk" and I admit I was a little jealous. The wealthy people who sat in the club section that day did not appreciate their drunkeness, but I sure as hell did.
In the end, it was a good day, but to pile on to the thank you post for Ron and Marla, it just ain't the same without a few cold beers in the parking lot whilst bonding with fellow Hawk fans. At every Hawk event I've ever gone to, I've always found one thing - Even if you don't know anyone when you get there, you'll have a bunch of new friends by the end of the game (or you'll be so drunk that you'll think everyone is your friend anyway).
Good season guys. Hope to see you all next year (minus Kenneth O'Kweefe, of course).
