This past Saturday my wife and I along with my daughter and her two kids rode the fan bus to the USM vs LSU game in Baton Rouge. Taking the bus and not having to drive in the traffic was a great decision! The trip and the first half of the game were perfect, but because this is a family blog, I will withhold my thoughts on the second half of the game. However, despite the second half disappointment, the trip was a success. Not only did my grandson who is a big LSU fan get to see the campus and attend a game in Tiger Stadium, I had a whole day and night to pick on and aggravate my beautiful granddaughter. Life does not get much better than that!
Our seats in the stadium were located just above cloud level. My acrophobia, which usually kicks into high gear on the first wrung of a ladder, never loosened its grip on me the entire game. Fortunately, most people were too busy tending nosebleeds to notice my white knuckles gripping the seats. Nevertheless, I thoroughly enjoyed being in Tiger Stadium. Watching football from cloud level is like watching ants line up in formation and then scatter across the field, or was that the band? It was really hard to tell from such a high perch.
For me, the most …show more content…
It has been over thirty years since I last attended a game in Tiger Stadium, and I was a little apprehensive as to how we might be greeted by Tiger fans that have been known on occasion to get a little rowdy. My concerns were addressed soon after we arrived in Baton Rouge. Shortly after leaving the USM alumni tailgate party, my little group and I were walking toward the stadium when I decided to stray off course to drop my now hot cup of tea in the trash. No sooner had I dropped the cup in the trash than I hear, “Hey bro, you need a cold one?” I turned and there stood a guy in a purple and gold t-shirt holding a quart container of what I am sure by his demeanor was not lemonade or ice
Our seats in the stadium were located just above cloud level. My acrophobia, which usually kicks into high gear on the first wrung of a ladder, never loosened its grip on me the entire game. Fortunately, most people were too busy tending nosebleeds to notice my white knuckles gripping the seats. Nevertheless, I thoroughly enjoyed being in Tiger Stadium. Watching football from cloud level is like watching ants line up in formation and then scatter across the field, or was that the band? It was really hard to tell from such a high perch.
For me, the most …show more content…
It has been over thirty years since I last attended a game in Tiger Stadium, and I was a little apprehensive as to how we might be greeted by Tiger fans that have been known on occasion to get a little rowdy. My concerns were addressed soon after we arrived in Baton Rouge. Shortly after leaving the USM alumni tailgate party, my little group and I were walking toward the stadium when I decided to stray off course to drop my now hot cup of tea in the trash. No sooner had I dropped the cup in the trash than I hear, “Hey bro, you need a cold one?” I turned and there stood a guy in a purple and gold t-shirt holding a quart container of what I am sure by his demeanor was not lemonade or ice