Go Beavs

Tom took us all to Corvallis to the OSU WSU game. He had friends down for a golf and game weekend but took time out to give us a tour of the campus. He would love to have the boys at Corvallis. While we ordered an early lunch at a food stand, he went to buy four tickets for us. He came back with corner end zone seats in the visitors section. When we got there the visitor section didn't matter. Everyone was in Orange. Maybe 1% of the whole stadium were cougars. It was pretty intimidating. Tom said we were lucky to get seats at all as he looked around at the full stadium. Good thing we came early to the campus to do the tour and get the tickets for the game.   The stadium was almost fully sold out with a record breaking crowd, over 47,000 all in orange. I had on my requisite orange vest.

I liked our seats. We were in the end corner so the loud sounds wafted away from us over our heads. the sound was manageable with ear plugs, which I brought in  the appropriate orange color. I could even hear conversations and talk without screaming. It wasn't quite a dead zone of noise but perfect for me. The view is amazing from the end zone as you can see all the players make their moves, which I appreciated as the Stadium big screen was behind and above us so we had to crane our bodies and necks around to watch the replays.

Of course being at a public event in sports, I seem to be a magnet for the weirdos. The family sitting next to me seemed fine at first. Father,  eight year old son, and mother . She even had on a hat that I wanted, a cowboy hat all in orange with rhinestone sequins all over it. Perfect for the game without being a baseball hat. We had spent an hour before the game on the hunt for that perfect hat only to find that it was sold in the student store over three years ago. The mom had even graduated from Southern Oregon, the school  I wanted to look at for Riley. She told me it is a hippie party school. I have now heard that from several sources.  I am beginning to believe that it might not be the best choice.

We were sitting watching the game when the mom, who initially seemed very nice, about five years younger than me, pretty brunette, drops a nude picture of a man on the ground and points to it, "Look at that! Oh my!". I ignore it so she puts it away. She does it again and I ask her to stop it. A third time she drops the frontal nude photo of the man on the ground. This time I step on the picture and shove it under the seats with my shoe, towards Tom so she can't get it back. What is with people these days? Tom said maybe she was trying to see if we'd be interested in something more exciting. I should take it as a compliment that she found us attractive. She picked the wrong people. I was pleasant and ignored her the rest of the game. Luckily the game was exciting and fun. She was easy to ignore. They left before the game ended.

 But what is it with me when I go to these events and the wackos  of society have to sit next to me. Last time I went to a Beaver game the man behind me dropped his peanut shells into the hood of my coat, like it was his personal garbage receptacle. Though to give him the benefit of the doubt, he was just flicking them to the ground everywhere and some landed on me, all game long. Then there was the insensitive hick at Charlotte who kept blowing smoke at the cancer children on purpose and flicking cigarette buts at the one Hispanic family on the trip until the family got up and left.

Tom says the club seats he had at the last game were awesome. I hate to sound spoiled but I swear I may only go to another game if we fork over the money for the really good seats and leave the wackos in the cheap seats, not that these seats were cheap, buying them on game day from scalpers Tom payed $30 a ticket above face value of $50 each. Besides there are wackos at every level of society. I just wish they would go sit by someone else.

The game ended 19 to 6. Defense prevented WSU from scoring any significant points. The Beaver defense made a couple of interceptions, but the real scoring didn't happen until the second half. A close game is so much more exciting to watch. Tom was afraid to get up and go to the bathroom until Oregon State was two touchdowns ahead. He was afraid he might miss something.