Looking back, this is my second or third post concerning those folks who feel it's necessary to get wasted to enjoy any type of sporting event. After attending the Alabama/Southern Miss game Saturday (27-3 Roll Tide!!), I have come up with the following observations about our inebriated brothers...
1. To drunk folks...clothing is optional. Apparently when you're drunk, your body becomes better looking than it did before partaking in the fermented beverage, and man are they proud of those bodies! Nothing I like better than a bare sweaty beer gut glistening in the noonday sun.
2. To drunk folks...what they have to say is important and should be heard by everyone around. Please don't try to ignore them. This only causes them to raise the decibel level and repeat themselves over and over and over and over...you get the point.
3. To drunk folks...everything must be said as loudly as possible...regardless of the situation. There's nothing like a drunk Junior fan screaming "Crank 'em up!" in the middle of the "opening prayer".
4. To drunk folks...you're never too drunk to take on a flight of stairs. This is a challenge that can really be fun to watch. Unless, of course, the spill on the stairs turns into a spill in your lap. Yikes! (This also applies to climbing over a row of seats or walking down an aisle to your seat)
Unfortunantly, times up (i.e. break time's over). I hope this has been an educational post for all to enjoy. Feel free to leave your own observations in the comment section.
Peace.
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It never ceases to amaze me that all the best referees are drunk in the stands instead of on the field.
What's that about?
Son,
There are few things you need to understand to appreciate this marvel of nature.
1. It takes a lot to develop the side-ways sitting dome you refer to as a pot belly. A lot of time and expense went into getting that belly to where it is. Why not show it off? A lifetime of work displayed.
2. Talking louder. You have to get to a volume that exceeds the BUZZ between the ears. If you can't hear yourself, how can others hear you.
Got to go.
Love y'all,
DAD
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