My seat.
After a wonderful time tailgating in Lot 4, a quick walk across the street leads to:
My beautiful, beautiful seat in Lane Stadium. West side. Section 16, Row R. Always ready and waiting with the little rented seat back provided by the Corps. Surrounded by great people, with the possible exception of “The Whistler”, who sits to the right of me and has the loudest, most obnoxious whistling mannerism and uses it indiscriminately, and the “obnoxious drunk guy” who sits behind and to the left, who only shows up for a few games, but manages to spill his drink all over the place every time. I’m all for drunk, and I’m all for football, but I’m not for sitting with my feet in sticky soda and whatever he’s drinking for the entire game.
Interesting tidbit about my seating: Before the re-seating a few years ago, our seats were still West Side but near the 10 yd line and in the second row. The row in front was occupied by Mike Burnop’s wife and children. The kids used to play a little game called “Let’s see how many people we can squeeze into four seats”, which is about as much fun as it sounds for the people sitting behind. Mrs. B was always oblivious. She had her headphones on and was presumably listening to her husband’s broadcast.
One more tidbit: After the last game of 1998, the 36-32 (ugh) loss to UVA, we were chatting with Mrs. Burnop. She told us to be patient, because the quarterback that was coming next year was the real deal. A Real Deal. Everyone was expecting big things for the kid. And we all know what came next.
Good, clean fun.
