This past weekend, I really let my maturity show through. My cousin, Mike, is on the Whitewater Football Team, who hosted the National Semifinal game on Saturday. Friday night, Mike’s Dad, Sherman, called to invite to tailgate with them and go to the game. I didn’t reply and thought I would just show up and surprise everyone. I wasn’t sure how big either the parking lot or stadium were, so I was a bit concerned in finding them. Being that it was
pretty cold out and knowing the more attention that I brought to myself the easier it would be to find them, I decided to dawn the gorilla suit. Plus as long as the wind isn’t blowing, it is really warm. Once I parked it took me all of ten minutes to find them. My aunt and uncle, my dad, my three younger cousins and their boyfriend and girlfriend were all in attendance. But they pushed back the time of the game and we ended up running out of beer. The University did put on something of a free tailgate party with free food and beer. However by the time we got over there, about 20 minutes before game time, they only had beer left and it was way too packed around the beer table to get a beer. I took it upon myself to be resourceful and get beer elsewhere. I found a couple of guys who were drinking in the parking lot and bought a couple beers off of them for a buck a piece. While the University was hosting a free tailgate party with beer, beer is not sold our allowed in the stadium, sort of hypocritical if you ask me. So this is where I have used my refined skills in the art of the carry in. I
wrapped the beer up in my blanket and walked right in. I met up with everyone else in my group and hand out the beers to everyone. We are all enjoying ourselves. Whitewater is manhandling the other team. The snow is falling but yet it isn’t too cold. Everyone finished their first beer and there was only one left, and since I paid for it I might as well drink it. The game is nearly the end of the first quarter and I have about 2 gulps left of my second and last beer. Out of the corner of my eye I see two people walking down the row towards me. I turn and look and it is two cops. You guessed it; they came to haul me away. The more I think about it, the more I think that someone around me ratted me out. Nonetheless, in front of my dad, my aunt and uncle and my younger cousins, who I should be setting an example for, I get escorted out of the stadium. As I was walking out with the cops I had to walk past pretty much the entire crowd. And every 9 or 10 steps I would hear someone from the crowd yell out “Hey, you aren’t throwing the gorilla out?!?” And these hard ass cops would yell back “Yes, we are!”
Can you imagine that? Cops who are hard asses. So I got kicked out and was told if I tried to get back in and they caught me I would be charged with trespassing. And I seriously considered changing clothes and getting back in at half time, but by the time I got back to my truck I was so cold, plus I turned on the radio in my truck and Whitewater was up by 30 points. So that is how mature I have become. I am 32 years old and getting kicked out of college football games.
pretty cold out and knowing the more attention that I brought to myself the easier it would be to find them, I decided to dawn the gorilla suit. Plus as long as the wind isn’t blowing, it is really warm. Once I parked it took me all of ten minutes to find them. My aunt and uncle, my dad, my three younger cousins and their boyfriend and girlfriend were all in attendance. But they pushed back the time of the game and we ended up running out of beer. The University did put on something of a free tailgate party with free food and beer. However by the time we got over there, about 20 minutes before game time, they only had beer left and it was way too packed around the beer table to get a beer. I took it upon myself to be resourceful and get beer elsewhere. I found a couple of guys who were drinking in the parking lot and bought a couple beers off of them for a buck a piece. While the University was hosting a free tailgate party with beer, beer is not sold our allowed in the stadium, sort of hypocritical if you ask me. So this is where I have used my refined skills in the art of the carry in. I
wrapped the beer up in my blanket and walked right in. I met up with everyone else in my group and hand out the beers to everyone. We are all enjoying ourselves. Whitewater is manhandling the other team. The snow is falling but yet it isn’t too cold. Everyone finished their first beer and there was only one left, and since I paid for it I might as well drink it. The game is nearly the end of the first quarter and I have about 2 gulps left of my second and last beer. Out of the corner of my eye I see two people walking down the row towards me. I turn and look and it is two cops. You guessed it; they came to haul me away. The more I think about it, the more I think that someone around me ratted me out. Nonetheless, in front of my dad, my aunt and uncle and my younger cousins, who I should be setting an example for, I get escorted out of the stadium. As I was walking out with the cops I had to walk past pretty much the entire crowd. And every 9 or 10 steps I would hear someone from the crowd yell out “Hey, you aren’t throwing the gorilla out?!?” And these hard ass cops would yell back “Yes, we are!” 
Can you imagine that? Cops who are hard asses. So I got kicked out and was told if I tried to get back in and they caught me I would be charged with trespassing. And I seriously considered changing clothes and getting back in at half time, but by the time I got back to my truck I was so cold, plus I turned on the radio in my truck and Whitewater was up by 30 points. So that is how mature I have become. I am 32 years old and getting kicked out of college football games.
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Whitewater Football...it's fantastic!
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