[Mick]

At the men's soccer game, the red costs were at their usual. Quickly jumping on anytime unknowingly seating on the reserved seats, telling kids not to be kids by not allowing them to run, telling a fan that they needed to leave their metal water bottle outside the stadium as it wasn't allowed, and generally putting on their "I have no friends" faces. 

I still have a negative view of these people who are there to help fans not treat them as if they are hooligans.

Hate to say it, but one of my lasting memories is when a co-worker of mine and I (neither of us were Stanford alums) attended a game and started to throw the football around in a parking lot by a tailgate. This was one of my signature memories over the decades that I attended the games with my grandparents ('41 and '42), my in-laws ('57 and '59), my sister-in-law ('89), my cousin, Mark Marquess' team manager ('92) and my sister ('04 PhD). 

I'd been attending football tailgates at Stanford games since I was a little kid and the starting QB was from James Lick High in East San Jose. Every game, we'd throw the football around and as my guest and I were throwing the ball, security rushed up to tell us that throwing the football was no longer allowed in our parking lot. Apparently, the rule had been changed that year.

Ok. No throwing the football at football games.

I've been back to Stanford games. Just not as many of them.

[Mick]

At the men's soccer game, the red costs were at their usual. Quickly jumping on anytime unknowingly seating on the reserved seats, telling kids not to be kids by not allowing them to run, telling a fan that they needed to leave their metal water bottle outside the stadium as it wasn't allowed, and generally putting on their "I have no friends" faces. 

I still have a negative view of these people who are there to help fans not treat them as if they are hooligans.

Hate to say it, but one of my lasting memories is when a co-worker of mine and I (neither of us were Stanford alums) attended a game and started to throw the football around in a parking lot by a tailgate. This was one of my signature memories over the decades that I attended the games with my grandparents ('41 and '42), my in-laws ('57 and '59), my sister-in-law ('89), my cousin, Mark Marquess' team manager ('92) and my sister ('04 PhD). 

I'd been attending football tailgates at Stanford games since I was a little kid and the starting QB was from James Lick High in East San Jose. Every game, we'd throw the football around and as my guest and I were throwing the ball, security rushed up to tell us that throwing the football was no longer allowed in our parking lot. Apparently, the rule had been changed that year.

Ok. No throwing the football at football games.

I've been back to Stanford games. Just not as many of them.