Wendell is still the old man in charge of our section. hes seriously the friendliest man and kinda looks like sinatra to me. most people in our area are season ticket holders (thats how we get them) so these people all know each other. Wendell even brought pictures of his daughter and her kids to show the people sitting next to us.
This is the old man who was sitting behind me screaming "WHO LET THE DOGS OUT!?" followed by two wimpy barks that a sounded like a squeaky toy.
|waiting for the swing|
This is the older gentleman is who swooped into the chairs in front of us once the actual ticket holders left to get food. Wendell let it slide because apparently they are buddies.
The original people in front of us were overly friendly. They heard us talking about how good their Ruby's food smelled and the mom offered us their chili cheese fries! Who does that these days?! really kind people, thats who! or child molesters. but i wasnt getting that vibe from them.
Geoff was working out in redlands that day and since we got the tickets around noon he asked that i pick up clothes and his shoes to change into at my brother house. well, i forgot. so Geoff had to sport his "dad shoes" in shorts.