This was the same area my season tickets were in originally this year. Preseason had so many damn drunks in this area I asked the chiefs to move us. Thankfully they obliged.
Pisses me off when shit like this happens.
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My dear girl, there are some things that just aren’t done. Such as, drinking Dom Perignon ’53 above the temperature of 38 degrees Fahrenheit. That’s just as bad as listening to the Beatles without earmuffs.
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