“How do we prevent people from leaving the stadium at halftime to their own booze at their RV or vehicle and not returning on time or not at all?”
“We need to finally offer alcohol inside the stadium.”
“Great idea! How about $12 per 16oz can or 8oz plastic cup of wine?”
“Great idea! Problem solved.”
I thought that selling beer at Autzen was a great idea. I used to drink a lot of beer as both a student and then again for a stretch in my late 20s.
My minor was in art.
The art of sneaking in booze as a student, you nerds. My best friend at the time was even better - the wunderkind of the field. Beer sales? No more pretending that you have the honest hips of a Colombian chanteuse while walking past security with flasks, or sneaking out to the porking lot for warm drinks. This sounded great.
WRONG. Very wrong.
Now everyone is either getting up to go get beer, returning with beer or wine, or going on piss missions connected to the beer. The best time to go get beer or return with it is whenever there’s a third down or any other crucial play. I don’t know why but that’s just how it is. If the average Duck fan wasn’t rowdy enough for your tastes you can now see them with a higher BAC.
Caption: In stadium alcohol sales may lead to bashing the kids for choosing a Stanford education.
I think UW and Oregon would both be better served to put cannabis dispensaries inside their respective stadiums
For those who have never been to Autzen Stadium, like wheelchair using elders afraid of the risk, there is a walk on a pedestrian bridge across the Willamette and then through a park. It always reeks like weed. Not a subtle hint of someone smoking a joint nearby, more like you’re next to hotboxed car that rolled down the window.
A few years back Nebraska fans came out in droves. The sea of big bellies covered by red polo shirts tucked into loose fitting khaki cargo shorts and complemented by Air Monarchs was a beef and corn fed locust invasion. It made me think they were either unaware of the porking lot horrors that go on or chose being exposed to that over the misery of being in Nebraska. On the crowded walk to the stadium this 12-14 year old kid pinches his nose, looks at this dad, and says something like “why are there are so many dang skunks here?”
I thought I was going to die of laughter. I wish I could remember the exact words the kid used, that kind of Midwestern wholesomeness is priceless. I like to think he went back home and told the other 15 kids in his school that Oregon is just infested with skunks.
“How do we prevent people from leaving the stadium at halftime to their own booze at their RV or vehicle and not returning on time or not at all?”
“We need to finally offer alcohol inside the stadium.”
“Great idea! How about $12 per 16oz can or 8oz plastic cup of wine?”
“Great idea! Problem solved.”
I thought that selling beer at Autzen was a great idea. I used to drink a lot of beer as both a student and then again for a stretch in my late 20s.
My minor was in art.
The art of sneaking in booze as a student, you nerds. My best friend at the time was even better - the wunderkind of the field. Beer sales? No more pretending that you have the honest hips of a Colombian chanteuse while walking past security with flasks, or sneaking out to the porking lot for warm drinks. This sounded great.
WRONG. Very wrong.
Now everyone is either getting up to go get beer, returning with beer or wine, or going on piss missions connected to the beer. The best time to go get beer or return with it is whenever there’s a third down or any other crucial play. I don’t know why but that’s just how it is. If the average Duck fan wasn’t rowdy enough for your tastes you can now see them with a higher BAC.
Caption: In stadium alcohol sales may lead to bashing the kids for choosing a Stanford education.
I think UW and Oregon would both be better served to put cannabis dispensaries inside their respective stadiums
For those who have never been to Autzen Stadium, like wheelchair using elders afraid of the risk, there is a walk on a pedestrian bridge across the Willamette and then through a park. It always reeks like weed. Not a subtle hint of someone smoking a joint nearby, more like you’re next to hotboxed car that rolled down the window.
A few years back Nebraska fans came out in droves. The sea of big bellies covered by red polo shirts tucked into loose fitting khaki cargo shorts and complemented by Air Monarchs was a beef and corn fed locust invasion. It made me think they were either unaware of the porking lot horrors that go on or chose being exposed to that over the misery of being in Nebraska. On the crowded walk to the stadium this 12-14 year old kid pinches his nose, looks at this dad, and says something like “why are there are so many dang skunks here?”
I thought I was going to die of laughter. I wish I could remember the exact words the kid used, that kind of Midwestern wholesomeness is priceless. I like to think he went back home and told the other 15 kids in his school that Oregon is just infested with skunks.
Autzen assholes pushed my wheelchair ridden grandma down the stadium stairs all for wearing her husky jacket Grandpa bought her before 1978 Rose Bowl. After she tumbled instead of helping the injured elderly woman, Oregon fans pointed and laughed at her. Real classy. Bunch of low-brow jerks.
“How do we prevent people from leaving the stadium at halftime to their own booze at their RV or vehicle and not returning on time or not at all?”
“We need to finally offer alcohol inside the stadium.”
“Great idea! How about $12 per 16oz can or 8oz plastic cup of wine?”
“Great idea! Problem solved.”
I thought that selling beer at Autzen was a great idea. I used to drink a lot of beer as both a student and then again for a stretch in my late 20s.
My minor was in art.
The art of sneaking in booze as a student, you nerds. My best friend at the time was even better - the wunderkind of the field. Beer sales? No more pretending that you have the honest hips of a Colombian chanteuse while walking past security with flasks, or sneaking out to the porking lot for warm drinks. This sounded great.
WRONG. Very wrong.
Now everyone is either getting up to go get beer, returning with beer or wine, or going on piss missions connected to the beer. The best time to go get beer or return with it is whenever there’s a third down or any other crucial play. I don’t know why but that’s just how it is. If the average Duck fan wasn’t rowdy enough for your tastes you can now see them with a higher BAC.
Caption: In stadium alcohol sales may lead to bashing the kids for choosing a Stanford education.
I think UW and Oregon would both be better served to put cannabis dispensaries inside their respective stadiums
For those who have never been to Autzen Stadium, like wheelchair using elders afraid of the risk, there is a walk on a pedestrian bridge across the Willamette and then through a park. It always reeks like weed. Not a subtle hint of someone smoking a joint nearby, more like you’re next to hotboxed car that rolled down the window.
A few years back Nebraska fans came out in droves. The sea of big bellies covered by red polo shirts tucked into loose fitting khaki cargo shorts and complemented by Air Monarchs was a beef and corn fed locust invasion. It made me think they were either unaware of the porking lot horrors that go on or chose being exposed to that over the misery of being in Nebraska. On the crowded walk to the stadium this 12-14 year old kid pinches his nose, looks at this dad, and says something like “why are there are so many dang skunks here?”
I thought I was going to die of laughter. I wish I could remember the exact words the kid used, that kind of Midwestern wholesomeness is priceless. I like to think he went back home and told the other 15 kids in his school that Oregon is just infested with skunks.
Autzen assholes pushed my wheelchair ridden grandma down the stadium stairs all for wearing her husky jacket Grandpa bought her before 1978 Rose Bowl. After she tumbled instead of helping the injured elderly woman, Oregon fans pointed and laughed at her. Real classy. Bunch of low-brow jerks.
I guess Pete had time to slow down and smell the roses and realize that they smell like horse shit and he needs to get back on that saddle.
I don't think showing up for a cushy TV gig once a week for three months out of the year counts as getting back on the saddle.
He is getting bored at home smelling the roses. This is a dude that hated the media. He is almost there is going to come back. Genius getting ready to get back saddle
I guess Pete had time to slow down and smell the roses and realize that they smell like horse shit and he needs to get back on that saddle.
I don't think showing up for a cushy TV gig once a week for three months out of the year counts as getting back on the saddle.
He is getting bored at home smelling the roses. This is a dude that hated the media. He is almost there is going to come back. Genius getting ready to get back saddle
I don’t believe this. Pete has no clue what roses smell like or how to win when playing in them.
If Jimmy doesnt cut it as head coach, we are going to rehire Petersen and Jimmy will be the DC.
If Jimmy is successful, he will bolt to the NFL, and a rejuvenated Petersen will be the next HC.
Im 81% sure.
That would be hilarious. The division on this board would be must-see tv.
I've accepted our status as a loser program and would welcome Pete back with open arms. Imagine thinking Jen could ever make a better hire.
I liked Pete but he’s proven to be fucking clueless about coaching an offense. I’ll take my chances with Jimmy. Give him a chance and quit being so obsessed with TBS. It will get better if he wins.
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A few years back Nebraska fans came out in droves. The sea of big bellies covered by red polo shirts tucked into loose fitting khaki cargo shorts and complemented by Air Monarchs was a beef and corn fed locust invasion. It made me think they were either unaware of the porking lot horrors that go on or chose being exposed to that over the misery of being in Nebraska. On the crowded walk to the stadium this 12-14 year old kid pinches his nose, looks at this dad, and says something like “why are there are so many dang skunks here?”
I thought I was going to die of laughter. I wish I could remember the exact words the kid used, that kind of Midwestern wholesomeness is priceless. I like to think he went back home and told the other 15 kids in his school that Oregon is just infested with skunks.
If Jimmy is successful, he will bolt to the NFL, and a rejuvenated Petersen will be the next HC.
Im 81% sure.
I don’t trust Jen to make a hire anyways. She would beg him to come back. Dumpster fires all around. It’s who we are.