I got balls!

Well, it' the last home series for the spousal unit's team vs the Auburn Tigers/War Eagles and she doesn't want to miss it.  First game was on Thursday night,  thank you ESPN, so now we're pushing up I-55 to catch most of game 2, then game 3 on Saturday afternoon.

The great thing about late arrival, is the shuttle service from the south lot, just park and ride! As we are walking up to the shuttle stop, I notice all these shuttles returning with passengers?  Then,  other women are walking up, carrying all these fancy bags and purses!

Ladies! It's the last home series!  The clear bag policy has been in effect since last September!   They all stand there in disbelief!  Well, SOMEBODY is gonna have to go back to the car! Now on the shuttle, the driver is waiting for these two women, one on and one not, saying their daughters attend school here and their daughters knew nothing about the clear bag policy!  I'm sitting next to the driver, and I tell him, he can go now, because those two women will be talking about this for hours!

We arrive at the front gate of the stadium, and there are even more of these women walking up with all these purses and colored bags.  The looks on their faces was priceless when they were told, sorry, no bag, then the realization that SOMEBODY was headed back to the parking lot!

Keep in mind, this policy went into effect last September.   There are road side billboards explaining it.  There are placards on all the roads leading to campus.  The warning is even printed on the ticket!  The only explanation would be that they are all black bears coming out of hibernation, this is graduation weekend, and this is their first time on campus in four years!  This ole bulldog was laughing his head off in black bear country!

It's now the 3rd inning, I head to our seats, and the spousal unit makes her two water stops, one drop off and one to drink.  I make my way down the aisle, and notice people in our seats.  No biggie, they can just move on, since these are our season tickets versus their general admission ticket stub. Wrong.....

I say hey buddy, those two seats belong to me and my wife.  Apparently, it' a family of four (adult and teenagers).  The poppa bear immediately starts throwing out profanity at me!  "You f...king asshole, you want to break up a family of four?  Sorry buddy, those are my seats, see this ticket, what does yours say?  He throws out more vulgar insults, ending with "I need to plant my fist on your face!"  I reply, not the time or place little man (a foot shorter than me), you need to move on.  He did...

I sit down, then all my neighbors begin to chime in.  Lady in front, "I'm confrontational but you looked like you had it handled.  Guy behind,  "nice to meet you f...king asshole, I'm Tom".  Guy to the left "I know who I'm calling when somebody is in my seat!" Guy in front "if he took you out, I was gonna catch you!"  Girl behind, "man you got balls bigger than my dad!"

Dang!  I know who to call in a crisis!  I can't wait to see them at game 3!  Now I need a foul ball to add to my collection!