(10-27-2017 01:18 PM)snowtiger Wrote:  whiskey. check

Definitely will need the flask.

But be careful. In the early 90's, I was the victim of an overzealous LBMS security guard. Rainy night game in the Stobart era. Had my poncho on, and my large flask, pint-size, in my front left jeans pocket. Made it through security, walking in the concourse, all of the sudden a security guard taps me on the shoulder.

He asked: "Do you have something you're not supposed to have?" I responded: "Could you be more specific?" He said: "What is that in your front left pants pocket?" I responded: "How in the hell did you see that?". He told me when I walked, the poncho pulled tight, and he clearly say the outline of my flask through the poncho. This guy was like Columbo or Magnum P.I., way underemployed.

Anyway, he said I had to give him the flask. I said no way (had been drinking already, liquid courage) - he could have the bourbon, but I was keeping the flask. Went back and forth. Guess I wore him down, he followed me to the men's room, and I poured the Jack in the sink. Still have the flask.

I'll be there.

I wonder what it's like to go to a football game when it's 75 degrees and dry.

I hear you.

430 weather channel update..expect occasional thunderstorms until 8p.

I'll take the non occasional gaps.

Real bummer. The guaranteed rain is just about over but chances through 8.

(10-27-2017 04:17 PM)TigersRuleAll Wrote:  I'll be there.

I wonder what it's like to go to a football game when it's 75 degrees and dry.

Forecast for Tulsa next Friday is 71 for a High that day, falling toward 60 as the overnight Low, partly cloudy, 0% chance of rain. So kickoff should be upper 60's at least. The road trippers will get to experience good weather.

(10-27-2017 04:11 PM)Tigx Wrote:  

(10-27-2017 01:18 PM)snowtiger Wrote:  whiskey. check

Definitely will need the flask.

But be careful. In the early 90's, I was the victim of an overzealous LBMS security guard. Rainy night game in the Stobart era. Had my poncho on, and my large flask, pint-size, in my front left jeans pocket. Made it through security, walking in the concourse, all of the sudden a security guard taps me on the shoulder.

He asked: "Do you have something you're not supposed to have?" I responded: "Could you be more specific?" He said: "What is that in your front left pants pocket?" I responded: "How in the hell did you see that?". He told me when I walked, the poncho pulled tight, and he clearly say the outline of my flask through the poncho. This guy was like Columbo or Magnum P.I., way underemployed.

Anyway, he said I had to give him the flask. I said no way (had been drinking already, liquid courage) - he could have the bourbon, but I was keeping the flask. Went back and forth. Guess I wore him down, he followed me to the men's room, and I poured the Jack in the sink. Still have the flask.

One smaller flask fits in each side of cowboy boots.

Two flasks fit in each sheepskin snowboot.

wife and I have been to just about every stadium in our conference

and Memphis is the only place that makes you remove your hat and check your waist line

everywhere else is just come on in

(10-28-2017 04:37 PM)Unionman76 Wrote:  wife and I have been to just about every stadium in our conference

and Memphis is the only place that makes you remove your hat and check your waist line

everywhere else is just come on in

Location, location, location.

(10-28-2017 04:10 PM)snowtiger Wrote:  

(10-27-2017 04:11 PM)Tigx Wrote:  

(10-27-2017 01:18 PM)snowtiger Wrote:  whiskey. check

Definitely will need the flask.

But be careful. In the early 90's, I was the victim of an overzealous LBMS security guard. Rainy night game in the Stobart era. Had my poncho on, and my large flask, pint-size, in my front left jeans pocket. Made it through security, walking in the concourse, all of the sudden a security guard taps me on the shoulder.

He asked: "Do you have something you're not supposed to have?" I responded: "Could you be more specific?" He said: "What is that in your front left pants pocket?" I responded: "How in the hell did you see that?". He told me when I walked, the poncho pulled tight, and he clearly say the outline of my flask through the poncho. This guy was like Columbo or Magnum P.I., way underemployed.

Anyway, he said I had to give him the flask. I said no way (had been drinking already, liquid courage) - he could have the bourbon, but I was keeping the flask. Went back and forth. Guess I wore him down, he followed me to the men's room, and I poured the Jack in the sink. Still have the flask.

One smaller flask fits in each side of cowboy boots.

Two flasks fit in each sheepskin snowboot.

I hear ya. But the poncho made me overconfident.