The first game I attended with Howard was epic. He snuck in two gallon-sized ziplocs full of bourbon. As soon as we were through the gate he pulled them out of his pants, nodded to the state troopers on the ramp and made his way to our seats.
Me and ziplocked bourbon never jeehawed. Last time was at the Auburn/Ole Piss game, just as I sat down, the bag dropped and burst open. Hot sunny day. The people around me were pleased..including Benji Roland, who was sitting right in front of me.
Oh, hey Mr. Roland. Uumm, wow, it smells like some asshole spilled a bottle of bourbon somewhere close to here. Whew, that sure is strong. So, how's the game? How's the family? Well. gotta' go.