I was indirectly. About 1998 I went to a Phillies game with a bunch of college friends (we went to Kutztown). Anyway we had $12 seats in the upperdeck. This other dude and I made are way to the lower levels. I told him I had a knack for getting better seats down level which I attributed to my autograph hound days as a kid. Anyway, this older guys in a field box were leaving and just gave us their tickets.
It was like the 7th inning. The seats were on the 1st base line right by 1st base. My friend told me if a ball comes this way he will just fall out onto the field. Ten minutes later someone hits a foul ball that is about 15 yards past us and he falls onto the field like a shot yak. Needless to say we had to go.
Another time I was at the Vet. It was maybe 1994ish. I was 18. I was in the upperdeck. This was an autograph trip. This one guy says he could get me a beer. He points me to the direction of a vendor behind the counter. I go and get a beer. I'm chillen in the seats. Ten minutes earlier a noticed a dead pigeon just laying there. Anyway I'm drinking my beer and a security guard came up to me and asked for id. he was pissed. I told hom I was only 18 and found the beer and was going to pour it over the dead pigeon. This in fact was the most half ass excuse I have ever thought of in my entire life. He told me I would be arrested unless I told him where I got it from. I told him and he escorted me out.
It was like the 7th inning. The seats were on the 1st base line right by 1st base. My friend told me if a ball comes this way he will just fall out onto the field. Ten minutes later someone hits a foul ball that is about 15 yards past us and he falls onto the field like a shot yak. Needless to say we had to go.
Another time I was at the Vet. It was maybe 1994ish. I was 18. I was in the upperdeck. This was an autograph trip. This one guy says he could get me a beer. He points me to the direction of a vendor behind the counter. I go and get a beer. I'm chillen in the seats. Ten minutes earlier a noticed a dead pigeon just laying there. Anyway I'm drinking my beer and a security guard came up to me and asked for id. he was pissed. I told hom I was only 18 and found the beer and was going to pour it over the dead pigeon. This in fact was the most half ass excuse I have ever thought of in my entire life. He told me I would be arrested unless I told him where I got it from. I told him and he escorted me out.
