Have you ever been ejected from an event venue? - Page 8

**Saulbadguy** · 02-14-2006, 07:57 AM

Sports, concert, or otherwise? Any stories to tell?

**Saulbadguy** · 02-15-2006, 07:56 AM

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Originally Posted by goxlibutscrale

I never put anything on my dogs. I like them brought to me. As they do at the great Ballpark in Arlington. They bring all kinds of shit around. Beer, soda, water, ice cream.

They bring all of that around too. Maybe it is because people prefer ketchup, mustard, or relish on their dogs here in KC.

PatsFanDan · 02-15-2006, 09:52 AM

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Originally Posted by stevieray

I've had friends who partied too hard and passed out on the way to concerts, including missing the show.

I twice left buddies passed out in vehicles while going into nightclubs. Once was in high school (it was a teen club) and once was in college.

The college incident had a group of us come out to the parking lot to find my buddy laying in the backseat with the door wide open. It was in the middle of a mall parking lot on a Thursday night. We all felt pretty lucky nothing happened to him (i.e. arrested, gangraped etc etc).

The high school thing happened on a Saturday night. My buddy's first buzz.......the clown decided Bacardi 151 would be the drink of choice and he decided to drink it like it was kool aid. Needless to say, we couldn't take him home that night. His mother was a fruit loop. So we called her and told her he fell asleep at another friends house and that he wouldn't be home. Of course she figured it out.

The worst thing was we had to wash his clothes because he puked all over himself.

No lie........The following Monday, my high school just by chance had a full school assembly to show a play called "Eddie". Anyone ever seen it?

It's a true story about a high school kid that goes to a party, gets drunk and chokes to death on his own vomit.

Man was there some guilt having left my buddy in the car after seeing that play.

greg63 · 02-15-2006, 09:55 AM

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Originally Posted by PatsFanDan

I twice left buddies passed out in vehicles while going into nightclubs. Once was in high school (it was a teen club) and once was in college.

The college incident had a group of us come out to the parking lot to find my buddy laying in the backseat with the door wide open. It was in the middle of a mall parking lot on a Thursday night. We all felt pretty lucky nothing happened to him (i.e. arrested, gangraped etc etc).

The high school thing happened on a Saturday night. My buddy's first buzz.......the clown decided Bacardi 151 would be the drink of choice and he decided to drink it like it was kool aid. Needless to say, we couldn't take him home that night. His mother was a fruit loop. So we called her and told her he fell asleep at another friends house and that he wouldn't be home. Of course she figured it out.

The worst thing was we had to wash his clothes because he puked all over himself.

No lie........The following Monday, my high school just by chance had a full school assembly to show a play called "Eddie". Anyone ever seen it?

It's a true story about a high school kid that goes to a party, gets drunk and chokes to death on his own vomit.

Man was there some guilt having left my buddy in the car after seeing that play.

...And, that's called: "having a good time."

-Bill Cosby

joesomebody · 02-15-2006, 11:32 AM

I got cut off at a Chili's here in Utah. Apparantly you can only drink like 3 drinks in an hour period here...

I've never seen it enforced in a bar here, so it may be only in restaurants.

It was a friends 21st birthday. It was really funny because we kept asking the waitress when the next hour started, then we'd order 3 drinks at once so the clock would start immediately.

DeepPurple · 02-15-2006, 03:03 PM

When I was 23 I lived in Savannah, Georgia in 1973, I grew up in Florida but was stationed there in the Army when I was discharged the year before and decided to stay because Savannah was a fun place. My drinking partner was a Polish guy from Chicago named Johnny Dostal that I met in the Army, he lived with his wife in the next apartment building. I used to like to hangout with Johnny because he was huge guy about twice my size and we were both into music. He told me one day he would introduce me to his identical twin brother but he was currently in Vietnam.

At the time I was just out of the Army a couple of months and was usually out partying every night. One morning about 10:00, while suffering with a hangover, I hear pounding at my apartment door. When I open the door there stands all 300 pounds of Johnny Dostal with his identical twin brother Jimmy Dostal both wearing gold jump suits. He just got off the plane from Vietnam that morning and they wanted to go out and celebrate.

We go over to the local "Dew Drop Inn", real name, and each of us order 6 boiler-makers apiece, that a shot and a draft beer. We knock out the drinks in about an hour and were wasted, I went in the mens room and soon as I open the door, there is Jimmy Dostal trying to punch the towel rack off the wall and his hand is bleeding. I immediately throw-up on the bathroom floor. We knew the barmaid since it was our local hangout, she comes in and yells get the hell out.

We go down the street to a redneck country bar, there is nobody in the place. I go over to the jukebox and I'm leaning on the machine to checkout the songs when the Dostal Brothers come over and pick me up and throw me onto the dance floor, both of them fall down and land on a wood railing that runs around the edge of the dance floor and the railing breaks. The bartender yells at us to get the hell out.

We go across the street to a neighborhood bar, I'm on the barstool about ten seconds when the bartender yells, get the hell out, I don't even know what we did. We jump back in Jimmy's Monte Carlo and head down to the tourist area River Street which runs along the riverfront. At a red light, Jimmy the driver is turning around talking to his brother and doesn't realize he took his foot off the brake, and we roll into the back of an ambulance. The ambulance driver, who's wearing a white coat, gets out and comes back and tells us to wait. He said we damaged the ambulance and he radioed for the police, we don't even see a mark on the ambulance since we were barely moving. We know we can't face the cops, so we jump back in our Monte Carlo and whip around the ambulance and takeoff. They turn on their lights and siren and start chasing us up the street, we get a couple of blocks ahead and turn down a side street and park between cars. At first they go right on by, but then they come back around and turn up our street and pull up alongside. The ambulance guy in the white coat jumps out and comes up to Johnny's window and said, don't move, the police are on the way. Johnny graps him by the arm and takes off like he's going to drag the guy, he starts yelling and Johnny lets the guy go and we head back home.

The next day Johnny tells me a Savannah detective comes out to his apartment, I guess they got his plate number. Anyway, they look at his car and the cop said, I don't see any damage and doesn't even make a report. All is well.

WilliamTheIrish · 02-15-2006, 09:33 PM

Roy = Mangino

**Saulbadguy** · 02-15-2006, 09:35 PM

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Originally Posted by WilliamTheIrish

Roy = Mangino

Is that story actually true?

KChiefsQT · 02-15-2006, 09:40 PM

We had a whole group of us get ejected from an A's game. Someone threw their cell phone at the left fielder. They couldn't pick out who did it, so they kicked our whole drunken crew out. It was a riot, I was ready to go to the parking lot to party anyways. That's where most the fun is anyway.

WilliamTheIrish · 02-15-2006, 09:52 PM

1983 or 84.

Six of us brawled at a concert at Houk Auditorium. Got let go. Campus cops sent us out the same door and the dumbfucks jumped us and we brawled again as we hit the sidewalk.

It was ugly. Spent the night in the Douglas Co. lockup.

**Rain Man** · 02-15-2006, 09:52 PM

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Originally Posted by Kclee

I got kicked out of a Royals game in Chicago for jumping out of the stands with my dad and beating the hell out of the Royals first base coach.

Did you get a t-shirt that said, "My dad and I got beat up by the entire Kansas City Royals roster, and all I got was this lousy t-shirt and a felony conviction."?

KChiefsQT · 02-15-2006, 10:25 PM

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Originally Posted by ENDelt260

I don't think someone thought that plan through very well.

It wasn't me. I wouldn't have wasted the money to replace my phone for some texan.

**Skip Towne** · 02-15-2006, 10:29 PM

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Originally Posted by Bob Dole

Bob Dole has a friend who slipped in a nacho puddle and went face-first over the railing at a Chiefs game.

Man, that dude must have been spastic.

02-14-2006, 07:57 AM
Saulbadguy When a nightmare becomes real Join Date: Nov 2003 Casino cash: $736966	Have you ever been ejected from an event venue? Sports, concert, or otherwise? Any stories to tell?
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02-15-2006, 11:32 AM	#109
joesomebody Waiting to be voted off Join Date: Feb 2004 Location: Baltimore, MD Casino cash: $9994900	I got cut off at a Chili's here in Utah. Apparantly you can only drink like 3 drinks in an hour period here... I've never seen it enforced in a bar here, so it may be only in restaurants. It was a friends 21st birthday. It was really funny because we kept asking the waitress when the next hour started, then we'd order 3 drinks at once so the clock would start immediately.
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02-15-2006, 03:03 PM	#110
DeepPurple I could of gone pro Join Date: Aug 2001 Location: The Villages, Florida Casino cash: $10005676	When I was 23 I lived in Savannah, Georgia in 1973, I grew up in Florida but was stationed there in the Army when I was discharged the year before and decided to stay because Savannah was a fun place. My drinking partner was a Polish guy from Chicago named Johnny Dostal that I met in the Army, he lived with his wife in the next apartment building. I used to like to hangout with Johnny because he was huge guy about twice my size and we were both into music. He told me one day he would introduce me to his identical twin brother but he was currently in Vietnam. At the time I was just out of the Army a couple of months and was usually out partying every night. One morning about 10:00, while suffering with a hangover, I hear pounding at my apartment door. When I open the door there stands all 300 pounds of Johnny Dostal with his identical twin brother Jimmy Dostal both wearing gold jump suits. He just got off the plane from Vietnam that morning and they wanted to go out and celebrate. We go over to the local "Dew Drop Inn", real name, and each of us order 6 boiler-makers apiece, that a shot and a draft beer. We knock out the drinks in about an hour and were wasted, I went in the mens room and soon as I open the door, there is Jimmy Dostal trying to punch the towel rack off the wall and his hand is bleeding. I immediately throw-up on the bathroom floor. We knew the barmaid since it was our local hangout, she comes in and yells get the hell out. We go down the street to a redneck country bar, there is nobody in the place. I go over to the jukebox and I'm leaning on the machine to checkout the songs when the Dostal Brothers come over and pick me up and throw me onto the dance floor, both of them fall down and land on a wood railing that runs around the edge of the dance floor and the railing breaks. The bartender yells at us to get the hell out. We go across the street to a neighborhood bar, I'm on the barstool about ten seconds when the bartender yells, get the hell out, I don't even know what we did. We jump back in Jimmy's Monte Carlo and head down to the tourist area River Street which runs along the riverfront. At a red light, Jimmy the driver is turning around talking to his brother and doesn't realize he took his foot off the brake, and we roll into the back of an ambulance. The ambulance driver, who's wearing a white coat, gets out and comes back and tells us to wait. He said we damaged the ambulance and he radioed for the police, we don't even see a mark on the ambulance since we were barely moving. We know we can't face the cops, so we jump back in our Monte Carlo and whip around the ambulance and takeoff. They turn on their lights and siren and start chasing us up the street, we get a couple of blocks ahead and turn down a side street and park between cars. At first they go right on by, but then they come back around and turn up our street and pull up alongside. The ambulance guy in the white coat jumps out and comes up to Johnny's window and said, don't move, the police are on the way. Johnny graps him by the arm and takes off like he's going to drag the guy, he starts yelling and Johnny lets the guy go and we head back home. The next day Johnny tells me a Savannah detective comes out to his apartment, I guess they got his plate number. Anyway, they look at his car and the cop said, I don't see any damage and doesn't even make a report. All is well.
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02-15-2006, 09:33 PM	#111
WilliamTheIrish Champion Golfer Of The Year Join Date: Aug 2001 Casino cash: $2620607	Roy = Mangino
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02-15-2006, 09:40 PM	#113
KChiefsQT Kara G! Join Date: Sep 2004 Location: California Casino cash: $9325122	We had a whole group of us get ejected from an A's game. Someone threw their cell phone at the left fielder. They couldn't pick out who did it, so they kicked our whole drunken crew out. It was a riot, I was ready to go to the parking lot to party anyways. That's where most the fun is anyway.
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02-15-2006, 09:52 PM	#114
WilliamTheIrish Champion Golfer Of The Year Join Date: Aug 2001 Casino cash: $2620607	1983 or 84. Six of us brawled at a concert at Houk Auditorium. Got let go. Campus cops sent us out the same door and the dumbfucks jumped us and we brawled again as we hit the sidewalk. It was ugly. Spent the night in the Douglas Co. lockup.
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