College Football – 10 Types of Fans in the Stadium

Clemson Game 11-29-2014

They used to say cotton was king in the South, but now it’s football. With rivalry Saturday, college football is ending its regular season today. I attended the Clemson game, where they played their arch rival, the University of South Carolina. Every game I attend, I see the same ten types of fans. I’ve you’ve been to a college football game, you have seen them too.

  1. Fans represent. Fans who wear team colors, either for your team or the team playing your team. Most fans fall into this category.
  2. Neutrals. I’m not sure why these people are here. They don’t wear any type of team colors. Although I shouldn’t generalize, a good many of these people are women, young and old.
  3. Misfits. Someone wearing a team jersey or T-shirt of a team who is not playing. For example, wearing an Auburn sweatshirt to a Clemson ballgame where they are playing the University of South Carolina.
  4. New Parents. They who bring their baby in arms, or a toddler they are carrying in a backpack structure large enough to hike the Appalachian Trail. I always wondered about these people. The baby’s clearly not enjoying it, and  I don’t see how the parents are enjoying it either. It’s the worst possible option, especially in the heat.
  5. Radioheads. People who listen to their radio headsets and then tell you everything they are hearing. (They don’t realize that if you wanted to hear the radio announcer you would have brought your own radio)
  6. App Addicts. Smartphone people who spend the entire game playing with their smartphone. I don’t see how they have any battery. The stadium sucks my battery life like a drunk throws back beer. (And if you get a call in the stadium, don’t be surprised if you can’t hear. It’s loud)
  7. Tailgaters. People who tailgate but don’t go into the game, or they leave at halftime and never go back in. (Yes, I think our stadium should eliminate the right to pass out and come back in, but I doubt that will change any time soon.)
  8. Walkers. People who walk the aisles up and down and never actually sit to enjoy the game. This includes girlfriends who don’t want to watch the game, but send their boyfriend (who does want to watch the game) to get them food. (I saw this one today)
  9. Drunks. We saw a guy kicked out earlier this year who was just standing in the stands with a beer bottle in his hand. Like the police won’t find out about that one. We also had someone kicked out last year and the girl had a whole pint in her purse. Perhaps they could have gotten away with it if they hadn’t been shouting obscenities, irritating the family beside them who had small children at the game. The police talked to her, and surprisingly enough, saw the pint in her purse. They left the game.
  10. Screamers. Yes, you guessed it, the ones who never, ever shut up. If no one else is screaming, perhaps you should give your voice a rest so you can join in with everyone to make the stadium loud.

You never know what you will see. Today, one of the guys who has season tickets near us told my husband that he had proposed to his girlfriend after five years. Then he said that if he had known it would change the outcome of the Clemson-South Carolina rivalry, he would have asked her sooner. There you have it. Dude, I think she’s a keeper.

I’ve heard of fans going to other venues and getting spit on, or having beer bottles thrown at them. I’ve not seen that at Clemson, and on our side of the stadium, I usually don’t see a lot of drunks either. Other than a few obnoxious fans, it’s a pleasant experience.

Happy Thanksgiving!! WKRP and Turkeys

If you are a child of the seventies (or older), you will remember the infamous turkey drop on Thanksgiving. For your enjoyment – and a walk down memory lane — here’s the famous scene. “As God is my witness, I thought turkeys could fly.”

 

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Christmas Songs that Aren’t – “Same Auld Lang Syne”

Christmas songs are here!!!! Some of the radio stations in my radio market started playing them November 1, but I promptly changed the channel. Now, I’ve finally given in, and I’ve started listening to Christmas music. Have you noticed that some Christmas songs aren’t?

One song often played during the Christmas season is “Same Auld Lang Syne”, by Dan Fogelberg. Today, I had to explain to my eleven-year old daughter what the song was about. It is a great song, poignant, about first love that might have been, but it’s not very upbeat.

Now, as a mom, married for more than 16 years, I have to ask what the architect was doing at home, on Christmas Eve, while his wife is drinking a six-pack of beer in the car with Dan Fogelberg? Like most families, Christmas Eve is hectic for us. We usually drive to see my family, we go to church, we have to get home and get everything ready for the next day. Now granted, this was back in 1975, before cell phones, but even then, you’d think the husband would be wondering where his wife is for a couple of hours when she made a quick run to the store. She’s not divorced in the song.

I went to the source, and asked wikipedia, and here’s what I learned.
Yes, the song was autobiographical. Dan Fogelberg did run into his old girlfriend in the grocery store on Christmas Eve. He never identified who she was, and he did change some details about her to protect her identity. But, according to Wikipedia, the girlfriend has since come forward.

According to Wikipedia,

As Fogelberg said on his official website, the song was autobiographical.[5] He was visiting family back home in Peoria, Illinois in the mid-1970s when he ran into an old girlfriend at a convenience store.

After Fogelberg’s death from prostate cancer in 2007, the woman about whom he wrote the song came forward with her story. Her name is Jill Greulich, and she and Fogelberg dated in high school when she was Jill Anderson. As she explained to the Peoria Journal Star in a December 22, 2007 article,[6] they were part of the Woodruff High School class of 1969, but went to different colleges. After college, Jill got married and moved to Chicago, and Dan went to Colorado to pursue music. On December 24, 1975, they were each back in Peoria with their families for Christmas when Jill went out for eggnog and Dan looked for whipping cream for Irish coffee. The only place open was a convenience store at the top of Abington Hill where they had their encounter, located at 1302 East Frye Avenue. Today, the store is still in business and named Short Stop Food Mart. They bought a six pack of beer and drank it in her car for two hours while they talked.

Five years later, Jill heard “Same Old Lang Syne” on the radio while driving to work, but she kept quiet about it, as Fogelberg also refused to disclose her identity. Her main fear was that coming forward would disrupt Fogelberg’s marriage.

Looking at the lyrics, Jill cites two inaccuracies: her eyes are green, not blue, and her husband was a physical education teacher, not an architect, and Fogelberg was unlikely to know his profession anyway. On the line, “She would have liked to say she loved the man, but she didn’t like to lie,” Jill will not talk about it, but by the time of the song’s release, she had divorced her husband.

Source : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Same_Old_Lang_Syne

So, there you have it. As Paul Harvey would say, the rest of the story.

So, did that evening go something like this:

I’ll use the name Martha, since I’m not writing about the actual person in the song… and I’ll use Phillip for the husband. That’s a good name for an adult in 1975.

Martha parked her car outside the garage, not sure she could navigate the tight fit to squeeze in beside Phillip’s Buick. Between the couple of inches of snow in the driveway and the couple of beers she had had, the last thing she wanted to do was hit the side of the garage. She grabbed the container of egg nog, lukewarm by now, and started into the house.

Phillip was talking on the phone when she walked in. “Here she is. Thanks. We’ll see you in a little bit.”

He put the receiver on its base with such force it wobbled in the cradle. “Martha, where have you been? I have been worried sick. My parents have been calling, wanting to know when we’re coming over to decorate the tree. You’ve been gone two hours!”

Had it really been that long? Two beers. She guessed so. Dan had drunk four. “I had to go to a couple of stores. Everyone was out of egg nog.” The lie came easy. What else could she say? She ran into an old lover in a grocery store and talked to him in the parking lot? Sometimes the truth hurt more than a lie.

“Oh. Well, I was worried.” He glanced at her bluejean skirt and the red pullover sweater. “Are you going to change to go to my parents? You know they like to do the Christmas pictures tonight.”

“I don’t think I’m going. Tell them I have a headache.” That wasn’t far from the truth.

“Martha, you have to go! If you don’t, they will worry me to death about what you’re doing, why you’re not there.”

“I’m sorry. I can’t do it. You’ll just have to go on without me.”

And that summed it up more than he knew. She trudged up the stairs, deciding she would lay down for a while and hopefully he would get the hint and believe she had a headache.

Later, she heard him leave. Christmas wasn’t the time to break up a marriage. She would tell him after the new year. She would find an apartment, and start over. She drifted to sleep listening to the sound of the rain on the window.

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Happy Thanksgiving!

Does Anybody Know What Time it is?

First Daylight Savings Time

Time fell back an hour today as most states in the East gained an hour as we returned to Eastern Standard Time.  Now it will be lighter when we get up in the morning, and darker in the evening compared to last week. For a week we’ll listen to everyone complain, ask why we still switch time back and forth, and fuss that they are tired.

I like Daylight Savings Time. I like getting home when it’s still daylight in the summer, even if the first few weeks in the early spring are brutal.

Now we have clocks that set themselves. The cable box, if you still have cable, automatically fixes its time twice a year.  We have an atomic clock, which relies on a radio signal from the “official clock people”.  It also sets itself. My phone automatically changes its time. My computer changes its time. I can flip a switch on our alarm clocks and automatically switch back and forth an hour. (Yes, we still have alarm clocks.)

Usually when the time changes, I have issues with food. Today it didn’t bother me, although my husband pointed out that we were eating lunch an hour later than normal. Maybe I didn’t have an issue with it because we ate a larger than usual breakfast. (Of course, maybe the Halloween candy helped.)

The last time I went out of town for business I went to Destin, Florida, which is in the panhandle and in the Central Time Zone. I never did convert, but there was a reason. I kept getting mixed signals. My phone switched to Central time when we crossed the Georgia/Alabama border. The conference and meals were on Central time, but when I turned on my computer, it stayed on Eastern Time. Since I don’t wear a watch any longer, when I would glance at the computer time, I would accept that time. Then I would glance at my phone and lose an hour. This would go back and forth several times.

Watching television confused me even more, since prime-time shows on Central Time start an hour earlier than Eastern Time. From Saturday when we arrived, to Tuesday when we left, I kept fluctuating back and forth an hour, depending on which device I was looking at. Then I got home late Tuesday night and in terms of time, it was like I had never left.

Nothing reminds us more that time is relative than the twice a year that we mess with it, and nothing reminds more that time is absolute than distance. Try as hard as you may, when you are driving, you can only cover so much distance in any given time.

Today I had no problem with gaining that hour. I’m off work tomorrow and Tuesday for fall break, so maybe that will help me adjust to the new time. Or Wednesday may come and hit me like a ton of bricks. Only time will tell.

 

How are you doing with the time change this cycle? Liking it? Hating it? I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments below.