Im still sitting at the Loyd Noble parking lot, drinking coffee and enjoying a banana nut roll. Busters bugging me for a bite.
I’m gazing out the window and see there’s a bunch of units still here. It’s very quiet and peaceful. I look across the way and see a man and a woman riding their bikes and briefly wonder about their lives. My eyes move farther and I see the Stars and Stripes flying briskly in the strong south wind and find myself completely absorbed in the moment. Fellas, I never never forget how blessed a man I am. I take nothing in my life for granted.
I’m reflecting on yesterday. I give it a 90 plus. I woke up Sat morning after a solid sleep and made the decision that I was going to the game rather than sit in the rv and watch it on the boob tube.
I need to get around and make ready to head towards Tulsa. But I want to mention a few things about my stadium and game experience.
First is the ramps. My seats are on the west side upper deck. To get there you have to walk all of the ramps or take the puss elevator. I’ve been walking them for years but each year gets a little tougher. I call them the widow maker.
So we get thru security and Dar says let’s take the elevator. I stop and say, are you kidding, look over there, there’s nothing but a bunch of decrepit old bastards.
She calmly looks at me and says, look , after the game you’re still going to want to do some stuff. Why waste your energy reserves walking those ramps. She continues, I know you’re man enough to conquer the widow maker. Well I stand there all puffed up gazing into those eyes and cave in. So we elevate to the top. It was amazing, getting all the way to the top still fresh as a daisy. Anyway, I guess those elevator cats are going to get to know me
Second thing:
We make our way to our seats, and see that there are 2 rough looking cats sitting in the middle of my 4 seats. Note: this happens when people get in the stadium with low priced tickets then prowl around taking seats where they want to set.
I walk over to him and say , Mister, you’re sitting in the middle of my seats. He looks up at me , doesn’t smile, doesn’t speak, just looks. I say look Mr, move it on over. So he and his buddy move over a little and I say , nope, farther. A real ahole. They get over and I start putting down my chair backs.
I notice out of the corner of my eye that the dude pushes my chair back sideways to give him more room. So I step over to him and say, pal, are we gonna have some trouble. You need to keep your hands off my chairs. He gives me the hairy eyeball, then moves and still doesn’t say anything. Anyway no more problems from that source.
Third:
When you go to the game take plenty of geetus. They sure lightened my load. Get this, 2 sandwiches, I sausage on a stick, bag of peanuts, 1 bottle of water, I coke, and 4 chair backs. Total = $120. I’ve never spent more than $60 or $70. Anyway, the U has some debt to pay off.
That’s it boys. I’ve got to get back to Tulsa.
Take care.
I’m gazing out the window and see there’s a bunch of units still here. It’s very quiet and peaceful. I look across the way and see a man and a woman riding their bikes and briefly wonder about their lives. My eyes move farther and I see the Stars and Stripes flying briskly in the strong south wind and find myself completely absorbed in the moment. Fellas, I never never forget how blessed a man I am. I take nothing in my life for granted.
I’m reflecting on yesterday. I give it a 90 plus. I woke up Sat morning after a solid sleep and made the decision that I was going to the game rather than sit in the rv and watch it on the boob tube.
I need to get around and make ready to head towards Tulsa. But I want to mention a few things about my stadium and game experience.
First is the ramps. My seats are on the west side upper deck. To get there you have to walk all of the ramps or take the puss elevator. I’ve been walking them for years but each year gets a little tougher. I call them the widow maker.
So we get thru security and Dar says let’s take the elevator. I stop and say, are you kidding, look over there, there’s nothing but a bunch of decrepit old bastards.
She calmly looks at me and says, look , after the game you’re still going to want to do some stuff. Why waste your energy reserves walking those ramps. She continues, I know you’re man enough to conquer the widow maker. Well I stand there all puffed up gazing into those eyes and cave in. So we elevate to the top. It was amazing, getting all the way to the top still fresh as a daisy. Anyway, I guess those elevator cats are going to get to know me
Second thing:
We make our way to our seats, and see that there are 2 rough looking cats sitting in the middle of my 4 seats. Note: this happens when people get in the stadium with low priced tickets then prowl around taking seats where they want to set.
I walk over to him and say , Mister, you’re sitting in the middle of my seats. He looks up at me , doesn’t smile, doesn’t speak, just looks. I say look Mr, move it on over. So he and his buddy move over a little and I say , nope, farther. A real ahole. They get over and I start putting down my chair backs.
I notice out of the corner of my eye that the dude pushes my chair back sideways to give him more room. So I step over to him and say, pal, are we gonna have some trouble. You need to keep your hands off my chairs. He gives me the hairy eyeball, then moves and still doesn’t say anything. Anyway no more problems from that source.
Third:
When you go to the game take plenty of geetus. They sure lightened my load. Get this, 2 sandwiches, I sausage on a stick, bag of peanuts, 1 bottle of water, I coke, and 4 chair backs. Total = $120. I’ve never spent more than $60 or $70. Anyway, the U has some debt to pay off.
That’s it boys. I’ve got to get back to Tulsa.
Take care.
