Our seats in the stadium were located just above cloud level. My acrophobia, which usually kicks into high gear on the first wrung of a ladder, never loosened its grip on me the entire game. Fortunately, most people were too busy tending nosebleeds to notice my white knuckles gripping the seats. Nevertheless, I thoroughly enjoyed being in Tiger Stadium. Watching football from cloud level is like watching ants line up in formation and then scatter across the field, or was that the band? It was really hard to tell from such a high perch.
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It has been over thirty years since I last attended a game in Tiger Stadium, and I was a little apprehensive as to how we might be greeted by Tiger fans that have been known on occasion to get a little rowdy. My concerns were addressed soon after we arrived in Baton Rouge. Shortly after leaving the USM alumni tailgate party, my little group and I were walking toward the stadium when I decided to stray off course to drop my now hot cup of tea in the trash. No sooner had I dropped the cup in the trash than I hear, “Hey bro, you need a cold one?” I turned and there stood a guy in a purple and gold t-shirt holding a quart container of what I am sure by his demeanor was not lemonade or ice