Football and Rowdy Drunk Fans

This weekend I had the honor of working the home opener for the Arizona Cardinals vs. 49ers first regular season football game. I have to admit, I'm a bit confused about the fan mentality. I don't get how a person can spend $100 smackers on a ticket, get drunk off their keesters and then be tossed out of the game or escorted to the lovely holding cell (drunk tank) in the bowels of the stadium. So, should we blame it on the pre-game party also known as the tailgater brew-ha ha. Some of these tailgaters have massive set-ups. They have big screen TVs, BBQ grills, a kitchen, surround sound stereo system, an out-door living room and a butler. These fans put more money into their tailgate set up, then they do their homes. My favorite is the redneck tailgater. It's the two dudes with the home-made face paint, the old beat-up pick-up truck, the two ratty lawn chairs in the back, ice chest full of beer and a six foot sub on their tailgate. Add the tank top with the arm holes that reach down to their beer guts and you have a party waiting to happen. Nothing sexier then a guy with a beer gut and one nipple peeking out of his tank top sleeve. I'm really kidding! Ick. While at the stadium there was a drunk father and son that decided to pick a fight with a San Fran fan. I didn't see what happened top side, but when they brought the two down to the dungeon, the son was missing his pants. How proud his dad must be walking along side his son in handcuffs and his tighty whities. Funny, the kid was acting all tough one minute and then whimpering to his dad, "what should I do" Well here is some sound advice, don't listen to your dad because he is handcuffed too and both your drunk butts wouldn't be in Cell Block C (cardinals) if he was a responsible dad. It's not just the men, but the ladies were just as bad. Hey ladies, you do not look attractive stumbling around drunk in the stadium in your hooker heals, booty shorts and ripped t-shirts. Really, you don't look hot hugging the cement pillar while your drunk girlfriends runs from booth to booth looking for lemon slices to settle your stomach to keep you from blowing chunks! Please don't ralph that Cardinals foot-long hot dog and nachos with jalapenos in public! Taint pretty! But seriously, the majority of the fans are pretty cool and are nice to the rival fans. There are just a few drunks per game that keep the post-game basement dwellers entertained. Hey people, be nice out there. Happy Monday.