OQB;968725 wrote:I was going to say something afterwards to you, but you left a little sooner than I thought. Yeah that guy complained about every single call, and I don't care what Reno called, it was always the wrong call :rolleyes:....I'd hate to be his wife that has to ride back to Steuby with him. lol
Haha. His wife would turn to him about once a quarter and ask for an explanation, and he'd yell some response back. Wife: "What does 4-down territory mean?" Angry man's answer: "BECAUSE THEY'D GO FOR IT ON FOURTH DOWN, YA KNOW. OK. NORMALLY YOU ONLY GET 3 DOWNS, AND YOU PUNT IF YOU DON'T GET IT" or something like that. Haha! In all honesty, though, he wasn't too bad to me... just very verbal towards the team. After I corrected him on a few rule misunderstandings he had, and gave him a few scores and insightful (proven true) play call suggestions/predictions, he seemed to talk to me more and respect my opinion. I would have thought he'd be a "Yeah, whatever" type of guy, but he was pretty cool when he wasn't hollering. Haha.
The older couple behind would yell out as soon as someone was tackled, "Oh, 7 yards!" The spouse: "Oh, I think it's 6 yards." Me being the statistician I am, and used to spotting yard lines, I would know that they were NEVER ONCE correct on the yardage, not even on their 2nd guess, which always came after the first guess. Haha!
I left as soon as the last play was over. I parallel parked on a street across the road from the elementary (free), so I had a long walk and wanted to get there soon - but I made sure to stay for the last play. When/how did you know it was me?