Speeding Tickets, Captain Morgan Rum, Tailgating, and out of Texas Stadium by security.
Yes, this was a memorable one, to say the least.
I was a Senior in college at UTSA in San Antonio. My college friends, in the picture above, had purchased Cowboys football tickets to see them take on the Rams that Fall. We ended up with an extra ticket, so I thought who else to take besides Ray? It was perfect.
The group and I came up on Saturday to Clifton to stay at the shed that night because kickoff in Dallas was at 12 noon, thus making the drive from San Antone to Dallas to much for one morning alone. Of course, many beers were had that Saturday evening, so much so that when we awoke that Sunday Morning, we were out of beer. Luckily, Dad had stocked up a couple handles of Captain Morgan spiced rum, so, being as how it is illegal in the State of Texas to purchase beer before noon on a Sunday, we used this libation for the pre game tailgating festivities. In hindsight, this was a bad idea.
Even before we reached the parking lot, we were pulled over on interstate 35 for speeding, both vehicles receiving speeding tickets. No big deal we thought, let’s get on with it. So, we did. 2 hours and a handle and a half of rum later, the group was ready to enter Texas Stadium. This, for us Cowboys fans, was sacred ground. Entering the stadium that day and to have my father with me was something special. It was special because only a year later, Texas Stadium would be demolished, leaving nothing but memories behind in its dust.
The game was entertaining. Led behind Tony Romos scramble, along with Marion Barbers destructive running attack, the Cowboys blew out the Rams.
With the game in hand midway through the 3rd quarter, things got a bit interesting. My buddy Sean brought along his then girlfriend and now wife Lisa. For those who do not know Lisa Mcnaughton, she can at times become violent at sports venues after a few cocktails. During the 3rd, an obnoxious Rams fan sitting behind us mouthed off to her. She then proceeded to turn around, and through a right hook at this patron, landing the punch in his face. This sparked an altercation, which resulted in my father, myself and my other friends being escorted from the stadium by security. This would be the last time I stepped foot in Texas Stadium.
I then returned home with my dad to Clifton, and to this day vividly remember that shit eating grin on his face when we finally arrived back at the Forson homestead.
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