Tonight, instead of spending all my time on the Internet, watching baseball or chasing women, I actually visited my parents.
My Mom had a LOT of questions about football tickets.
Mom: Why are your seats better than ours?
Todd: "Because I give more money to the Bulldog Club."
Mom: Can we sit together?
Todd: "Doubt it. The other people that sit around me that bought those seats might not appreciate that."
Mom: Hmmm...maybe we can call the ticket office next year before hand, and maybe you can e-mail Greg Byrne like you did when you got him to hire John Cohen (Don't know where she got that from) and maybe he can put us all together!
Todd: Or maybe I could just buy four season tickets at one time and you could reimburse me.
Mom: That's a great idea!
Mom: "Hey, where it says "True Maroon", that means we are supposed to wear maroon shirts?
Todd: Yep.
Mom: Hey, Todd, why don't you get a luxury box?
Todd: Because they're sold out and I can't afford it. (Apparently my Mom thinks I'm a cigar boy)
Mom: Well, how much do they cost?
Todd: I don't know, I haven't looked because I can't afford it. And they're sold out anyway.
Mom: Well, how do we get one?
Todd: Win the Lottery and hope some cigar boy's family catches the Bubonic Plague. Or hope that we piss off someone like we did by not letting John Grisham's son on the baseball team.
Mom: Man, that was stupid. Why wouldn't we let him on the team? He didn't even have to play.
Todd: Sigh. (Rot in Hell Tommy Raffo, oh wait, you're at Arkansas State- same difference)
My Mom had a LOT of questions about football tickets.
Mom: Why are your seats better than ours?
Todd: "Because I give more money to the Bulldog Club."
Mom: Can we sit together?
Todd: "Doubt it. The other people that sit around me that bought those seats might not appreciate that."
Mom: Hmmm...maybe we can call the ticket office next year before hand, and maybe you can e-mail Greg Byrne like you did when you got him to hire John Cohen (Don't know where she got that from) and maybe he can put us all together!
Todd: Or maybe I could just buy four season tickets at one time and you could reimburse me.
Mom: That's a great idea!
Mom: "Hey, where it says "True Maroon", that means we are supposed to wear maroon shirts?
Todd: Yep.
Mom: Hey, Todd, why don't you get a luxury box?
Todd: Because they're sold out and I can't afford it. (Apparently my Mom thinks I'm a cigar boy)
Mom: Well, how much do they cost?
Todd: I don't know, I haven't looked because I can't afford it. And they're sold out anyway.
Mom: Well, how do we get one?
Todd: Win the Lottery and hope some cigar boy's family catches the Bubonic Plague. Or hope that we piss off someone like we did by not letting John Grisham's son on the baseball team.
Mom: Man, that was stupid. Why wouldn't we let him on the team? He didn't even have to play.
Todd: Sigh. (Rot in Hell Tommy Raffo, oh wait, you're at Arkansas State- same difference)
