I had this problem late at Monday's game, every now and then I got a whiff of those Nathan's fries, but they were no where to be seen.
The Jets allow you to text message them if there's an issue in your section. Use that feature a few times, he'll get spoken to a few times, end of problem. That said, the upper deck is hell right now and there's no way around it. It's filled with burping, farting, lost-in-high-school, still-think-Molly-Hatchett-is-cool, 50-something Jets fans who were too cheap to fork over a few bucks for PSL's after years of squatting down in the Lower Level on the 40 yard line because they inherited grand-dad's seats. The only way out of upper deck issues is to get out of the upper deck. SAR I
I know I am focusing on the wrong part of the story but they allow fans to bring food from the street into the stadium or is he sneaking it in? I'm sure a hot dog costs $11 in New York.
Sneaking it in. The Jets allow fans to bring in items such as "a sandwich in a clear plastic bag" and there are other exceptions too. Somehow, the whale is hiding his booty under, well, his booty and getting it past the security guards who are too frightened to frisk that bubble under his sweatpants. SAR I
As long as its a clear plastic bag, you can bring 10 sanwiches in. That's what this guy is doing, he's not hiding anything. And if you can't laugh at a fat story, you are to serious for me. I can't wait for another wiff. Go PORKMAN!!!!
Man up, son! You tailgate right? Fart right in your hand and throw it at the motherfucker. Sure, your hand might smell, but revenge will be had. Small price to pay. Then, maybe someone can start a thread about you.
I hate to admit this but when I do go to games and sit in section 140 with my I phone 4S in my pocket, my Benz parked comfortably in Green parking I do occassionally let out some gas. Of course it's silent and it smells like a refreshingly cool alpine forest.
Hey, you know what they say.....living well is the best revenge. I betcha he bathes his children in shrimp scampi. G LXXVII
A refined gentleman would never bath his children in shrimp scampi. If he were forced to bath them in food it would be Lobster bisque.
That's because you and I can afford good food. I try to park my BMW away from the Ford's and Toyota's to escape the pregame version of the Upper Decker Fartfest© to no avail. The seagulls that they feed just seem to find German luxury cars, don't they? SAR I
