“I want to go in the stadium,” said my nephew. We were standing on the campus of the University of Florida. Now my direct experience with stadiums– Notre Dame, Great American Ballpark, Riverbend, Riverfront, Ohio– strongly suggested that one simply does not just walk in. In fact, it’s a good way to get kicked out of them. In fact, I’d experienced exactly this. And the 17-year-old at my left hand did not need to know that part of it, but it did not seem the best introduction to his dream school.
So now I was left to apply my bitter experience of angering ushers without letting on how I came by this highly valuable knowledge.