So anyway, as I posted yesterday, I attended The Police concert last night at Citizen's Bank Park with my family. I'll have my thoughts about the rocking trio posted soon, but I had to discuss this serious issue first.
Back when my father decided to buy tickets for this show back in March, he was unable to get four seats together. This is probably due to the fact, he wasn't sure if my sister and I wanted to go at first. But no matter. So we had two sets of seats in opposite sides of the stadium's 300 level. My mum and sister took the far side and my father and I took the near side. (We came in through the left field gate.) So anyway, my father and I get back to the car after a pretty rocking time, my mum and sister arrive and tell us of their time.
For them, like me and dad, was chill until The Police arrived. Composing the stories from my mum and sister, as soon as the band started playing some scantily-clad woman who thought she was gods life to mankind, (the words such as Syphilitic sponge, Clap trap, and other mean and-or disgusting words, come to mind for some reason) got up and started dancing.
Now, I am not opposed to dancing and grooving at concerts, but not in the upper level of a stadium.. Partly, because the area is way too narrow that may be liable to fall on somebody or off the section; but mostly it blocks many people's view of the stage.
But anyway, this apparently wafer-thin piece of bio hazard attracted a leech. According to my folks, some obese, beer googled male of the species found this woman desirable and started dancing with her. People around my mum and sis were starting to complain, so it must have been pretty foul. Ironically, there were in section 307 looking at the Foul pole.
My mum and sis asked them to be seated. The man reacted by throwing beer (and possibly bottle) at my sister. So I sister the natural thing and pommeled the man. Mum threw a few swings and brought over the security and the ugly step children were escorted elsewhere.
So you people had to learn the hard way, DO NOT MESS WITH THE SCALLY WOMEN.
Back when my father decided to buy tickets for this show back in March, he was unable to get four seats together. This is probably due to the fact, he wasn't sure if my sister and I wanted to go at first. But no matter. So we had two sets of seats in opposite sides of the stadium's 300 level. My mum and sister took the far side and my father and I took the near side. (We came in through the left field gate.) So anyway, my father and I get back to the car after a pretty rocking time, my mum and sister arrive and tell us of their time.
For them, like me and dad, was chill until The Police arrived. Composing the stories from my mum and sister, as soon as the band started playing some scantily-clad woman who thought she was gods life to mankind, (the words such as Syphilitic sponge, Clap trap, and other mean and-or disgusting words, come to mind for some reason) got up and started dancing.
Now, I am not opposed to dancing and grooving at concerts, but not in the upper level of a stadium.. Partly, because the area is way too narrow that may be liable to fall on somebody or off the section; but mostly it blocks many people's view of the stage.
But anyway, this apparently wafer-thin piece of bio hazard attracted a leech. According to my folks, some obese, beer googled male of the species found this woman desirable and started dancing with her. People around my mum and sis were starting to complain, so it must have been pretty foul. Ironically, there were in section 307 looking at the Foul pole.
My mum and sis asked them to be seated. The man reacted by throwing beer (and possibly bottle) at my sister. So I sister the natural thing and pommeled the man. Mum threw a few swings and brought over the security and the ugly step children were escorted elsewhere.
So you people had to learn the hard way, DO NOT MESS WITH THE SCALLY WOMEN.
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