during and after the GRANNY???

[TigerMasochist]

Probably confession time, they tell me it's good for the soul.

More than likely managed to be the first chucked out of the G on Granny day.

Was rude enough to take an Irish coke for sippin and avoiding queues along to the game. Unfortunately our seat allocation happened to be right alongside the cheer squad instead of tucked away quietly in the grandstand somewhere.
Plod n security constantly shuffling up n down the aisle n hovering around waiting for something exciting to happen. Had already managed an hour of nervous sippin during the pre match entertainment and all the first qtr n it was looking like the sip would struggle to last till half time.
Without fair warning some security numpty decided to sneak up behind me n whisper in my buccanear enquiring as to the flavour of my favourite bottle of Coke.
FARKIN BUSTED big time. Got myself escorted along to visit Mr. Plod in his little hideaway bunker n managed to watch half the second qtr on their t.v. before meekly accepting my 24 hr ban from the G n 330 shekel fine.
Kinda ruined the day for me so I donated my ticket to a seagull hovering n lurking so at least someone got some value out of the ticket, before shuffling off to catch the train home. Already knew as I was leaving that we were on song so a couple of score updates from the daughter n the last qtr on t.v. at home finished off a weird kind of day for me. Bloody lucky that I'd been there for 2017 so it strangely didn't hurt too much getting kicked out, just another WTF moment to put in the life history book.
Bit pricey shelling out around $700 for one qtr of footy but I guess *smile* happens sometimes n I'm usually fairly good at wearing it.

 

[eZyT]

Probably confession time, they tell me it's good for the soul.

More than likely managed to be the first chucked out of the G on Granny day.

Was rude enough to take an Irish coke for sippin and avoiding queues along to the game. Unfortunately our seat allocation happened to be right alongside the cheer squad instead of tucked away quietly in the grandstand somewhere.
Plod n security constantly shuffling up n down the aisle n hovering around waiting for something exciting to happen. Had already managed an hour of nervous sippin during the pre match entertainment and all the first qtr n it was looking like the sip would struggle to last till half time.
Without fair warning some security numpty decided to sneak up behind me n whisper in my buccanear enquiring as to the flavour of my favourite bottle of Coke.
FARKIN BUSTED big time. Got myself escorted along to visit Mr. Plod in his little hideaway bunker n managed to watch half the second qtr on their t.v. before meekly accepting my 24 hr ban from the G n 330 shekel fine.
Kinda ruined the day for me so I donated my ticket to a seagull hovering n lurking so at least someone got some value out of the ticket, before shuffling off to catch the train home. Already knew as I was leaving that we were on song so a couple of score updates from the daughter n the last qtr on t.v. at home finished off a weird kind of day for me. Bloody lucky that I'd been there for 2017 so it strangely didn't hurt too much getting kicked out, just another WTF moment to put in the life history book.
Bit pricey shelling out around $700 for one qtr of footy but I guess **** happens sometimes n I'm usually fairly good at wearing it.

holy *smile* TM, that's stiff.

You're the Jack Graham of The Tiger Army, having the wherewithal to hand your ticket to another Tiger.

A bloke in front of us lit up a durry and the cops just told him to put it out.

 

[Don’t Argue]

Probably confession time, they tell me it's good for the soul.

More than likely managed to be the first chucked out of the G on Granny day.

Was rude enough to take an Irish coke for sippin and avoiding queues along to the game. Unfortunately our seat allocation happened to be right alongside the cheer squad instead of tucked away quietly in the grandstand somewhere.
Plod n security constantly shuffling up n down the aisle n hovering around waiting for something exciting to happen. Had already managed an hour of nervous sippin during the pre match entertainment and all the first qtr n it was looking like the sip would struggle to last till half time.
Without fair warning some security numpty decided to sneak up behind me n whisper in my buccanear enquiring as to the flavour of my favourite bottle of Coke.
FARKIN BUSTED big time. Got myself escorted along to visit Mr. Plod in his little hideaway bunker n managed to watch half the second qtr on their t.v. before meekly accepting my 24 hr ban from the G n 330 shekel fine.
Kinda ruined the day for me so I donated my ticket to a seagull hovering n lurking so at least someone got some value out of the ticket, before shuffling off to catch the train home. Already knew as I was leaving that we were on song so a couple of score updates from the daughter n the last qtr on t.v. at home finished off a weird kind of day for me. Bloody lucky that I'd been there for 2017 so it strangely didn't hurt too much getting kicked out, just another WTF moment to put in the life history book.
Bit pricey shelling out around $700 for one qtr of footy but I guess **** happens sometimes n I'm usually fairly good at wearing it.

That’s totally unAustralian.
They should have confiscated your flask, and clipped you across the ear. Possibly a fine.
Throwing you out was excessive and unnecessary.
We’ve lost the plot

 

[Ian4]

Probably confession time, they tell me it's good for the soul.

More than likely managed to be the first chucked out of the G on Granny day.

Was rude enough to take an Irish coke for sippin and avoiding queues along to the game. Unfortunately our seat allocation happened to be right alongside the cheer squad instead of tucked away quietly in the grandstand somewhere.
Plod n security constantly shuffling up n down the aisle n hovering around waiting for something exciting to happen. Had already managed an hour of nervous sippin during the pre match entertainment and all the first qtr n it was looking like the sip would struggle to last till half time.
Without fair warning some security numpty decided to sneak up behind me n whisper in my buccanear enquiring as to the flavour of my favourite bottle of Coke.
FARKIN BUSTED big time. Got myself escorted along to visit Mr. Plod in his little hideaway bunker n managed to watch half the second qtr on their t.v. before meekly accepting my 24 hr ban from the G n 330 shekel fine.
Kinda ruined the day for me so I donated my ticket to a seagull hovering n lurking so at least someone got some value out of the ticket, before shuffling off to catch the train home. Already knew as I was leaving that we were on song so a couple of score updates from the daughter n the last qtr on t.v. at home finished off a weird kind of day for me. Bloody lucky that I'd been there for 2017 so it strangely didn't hurt too much getting kicked out, just another WTF moment to put in the life history book.
Bit pricey shelling out around $700 for one qtr of footy but I guess **** happens sometimes n I'm usually fairly good at wearing it.

i've been known to take the hip flask to games, but i leave it at home for the big games for this very reason. you don't really need it for day games anyway as they sell full strength beer.

 

[Harry]

That’s totally unAustralian.
They should have confiscated your flask, and clipped you across the ear. Possibly a fine.
Throwing you out was excessive and unnecessary.
We’ve lost the plot

Agree. A *smile* with a security badge

 

[TigerMasochist]

That’s totally unAustralian.
They should have confiscated your flask, and clipped you across the ear. Possibly a fine.
Throwing you out was excessive and unnecessary.
We’ve lost the plot

Officially lost our sense of humour D. A. There wasn't enough in the sip to get off side in any way shape or form, just settlin the Granny nerves n avoiding the queues. Copped the full whack off the Plod. Fined. Chucked out and the bastards confiscated the sip as well, could have used a taste to see me through on the way home.

 

[Don’t Argue]

Officially lost our sense of humour D. A. There wasn't enough in the sip to get off side in any way shape or form, just settlin the Granny nerves n avoiding the queues. Copped the full whack off the Plod. Fined. Chucked out and the bastards confiscated the sip as well, could have used a taste to see me through on the way home.

Premierships are masking huge cracks in the AFL wall for me. I’ve seen things happening lately that I struggle to believe or accept. Disgraceful umpiring, incessant rule changes, cover ups and stitch ups from a CEO that has no grasp of the game and is totally reactionary, corrupt compensation formulas that are supposed to be fair, consistent and transparent and trial by the media being run by AFL approved monkeys like Wheatley and Barrett.
And last but no way least, censuring supporters to stop us doing what we’ve been doing for 150 years. Cheering as Aussies do at the football.
I can’t look people in the eyes and tell them I’d still be following the AFL if it was 10 years ago and we were still struggling.
I’d most likely be down TJ King watching the Ammos. No booze whilst the game is on but no one ever kicked out for having a flask in one pocket and a bag of trouble in the other.
Long may our reign of terror last so that my blinkers keep me looking straight ahead.

By the way TM, if we ever cross paths at a C&C get together, I’ll make up for the sip they stole from you

 

[Ian4]

Premierships are masking huge cracks in the AFL wall for me. I’ve seen things happening lately that I struggle to believe or accept. Disgraceful umpiring, incessant rule changes, cover ups and stitch ups from a CEO that has no grasp of the game and is totally reactionary, corrupt compensation formulas that are supposed to be fair, consistent and transparent and trial by the media being run by AFL approved monkeys like Wheatley and Barrett.
And last but no way least, censuring supporters to stop us doing what we’ve been doing for 150 years. Cheering as Aussies do at the football.
I can’t look people in the eyes and tell them I’d still be following the AFL if it was 10 years ago and we were still struggling.

yep, same here. footy isn't my number one sport anymore and hasn't for 12-13 years. But my passion for the Tigers is a completely different story.

 

[Tenacious]

Probably confession time, they tell me it's good for the soul.

More than likely managed to be the first chucked out of the G on Granny day.

Was rude enough to take an Irish coke for sippin and avoiding queues along to the game. Unfortunately our seat allocation happened to be right alongside the cheer squad instead of tucked away quietly in the grandstand somewhere.
Plod n security constantly shuffling up n down the aisle n hovering around waiting for something exciting to happen. Had already managed an hour of nervous sippin during the pre match entertainment and all the first qtr n it was looking like the sip would struggle to last till half time.
Without fair warning some security numpty decided to sneak up behind me n whisper in my buccanear enquiring as to the flavour of my favourite bottle of Coke.
FARKIN BUSTED big time. Got myself escorted along to visit Mr. Plod in his little hideaway bunker n managed to watch half the second qtr on their t.v. before meekly accepting my 24 hr ban from the G n 330 shekel fine.
Kinda ruined the day for me so I donated my ticket to a seagull hovering n lurking so at least someone got some value out of the ticket, before shuffling off to catch the train home. Already knew as I was leaving that we were on song so a couple of score updates from the daughter n the last qtr on t.v. at home finished off a weird kind of day for me. Bloody lucky that I'd been there for 2017 so it strangely didn't hurt too much getting kicked out, just another WTF moment to put in the life history book.
Bit pricey shelling out around $700 for one qtr of footy but I guess **** happens sometimes n I'm usually fairly good at wearing it.

That is a tragic footy story on so many levels and it makes me shudder just thinking about it.

 

[tigertim]

Probably confession time, they tell me it's good for the soul.

More than likely managed to be the first chucked out of the G on Granny day.

Was rude enough to take an Irish coke for sippin and avoiding queues along to the game. Unfortunately our seat allocation happened to be right alongside the cheer squad instead of tucked away quietly in the grandstand somewhere.
Plod n security constantly shuffling up n down the aisle n hovering around waiting for something exciting to happen. Had already managed an hour of nervous sippin during the pre match entertainment and all the first qtr n it was looking like the sip would struggle to last till half time.
Without fair warning some security numpty decided to sneak up behind me n whisper in my buccanear enquiring as to the flavour of my favourite bottle of Coke.
FARKIN BUSTED big time. Got myself escorted along to visit Mr. Plod in his little hideaway bunker

I’m confused. How did security know you had whiskey in your coke though? Were you pouring it in to the Coke bottle? Were you pissed and carrying on? Did you tell people around you? Cos all things being equal there’s no way they’d find out.

 

[eZyT]

That is a tragic footy story on so many levels and it makes me shudder just thinking about it.

yeah, unless TM is only partially confessing, it is a tragedy.

we sat in M8, PRE near the fence

and we had some real throw backs to the olden days around us.

Blokes pretty well plastered by the time Paul Kelly sang Dumb Things

and they were yelling stuff from a bygone era that would have had Julian Burnside calling for mandatory tongue removal.

I can't really defend my position (I wasn't there with little kids), but there is no doubt it enhanced my game day experience.

It kind of felt a tiny bit like I was at the the 1980 grand final

The Cops were actually really good. I had a chat and a laugh with one at HT and I said to him

'your really earning your pay today mate?'

and he just laughed and goes

'just tiger fans enjoying themselves'

I complemented him on his refreshingly easy outlook.

 

[JimJessTorp]

I’m confused. How did security know you had whiskey in your coke though? Were you pouring it in to the Coke bottle? Were you pissed and carrying on? Did you tell people around you? Cos all things being equal there’s no way they’d find out.

HitMe had his pants off at the time I reckon.

*smile* luck though.

 

[eZyT]

HitMe had his pants off at the time I reckon.

**** luck though.

there was a bloke near us with a picture of Toby Greene painted on his buttocks, standing on his head, pouring a mystery beverage into a funnel in his rectum.

But what's wrong with that? I just assumed he had irritable bowel syndrome or something?

 

[TrialByVideo]

I’m confused. How did security know you had whiskey in your coke though? Were you pouring it in to the Coke bottle? Were you pissed and carrying on? Did you tell people around you? Cos all things being equal there’s no way they’d find out.

Can't speak of TMs case but know for a fact that there's a couple of hundred cctv cameras they have access to and the surveillance methods they use are comprehensive.
The amount of undercover 'operatives' working the G especially at the PRE would surprise many.
Most don't get actively involved unless things turn to ****

In the control room for example..... they focus on a particular section for a certain period and watch for suspicious activity. ... Truth is they're not really looking for drink smugglers, they're after those with more malicious intent!
However, the moment you take a sideways look before you have a swig.... you've just become a target!
They sit back, watch, replay, assess, repeat..... at some point they decide to shake you down.

There's some pretty savvy people with years of experience in body language /human behavior watching our every move at the footy these days, which in it's self is a sad reflection of the world we now live in!

 

[eZyT]

Can't speak of TMs case but know for a fact that there's a couple of hundred cctv cameras they have access to and the surveillance methods they use are comprehensive.
The amount of undercover 'operatives' working the G especially at the PRE would surprise many.
Most don't get actively involved unless things turn to ****

In the control room for example..... they focus on a particular section for a certain period and watch for suspicious activity. ... Truth is they're not really looking for drink smugglers, they're after those with more malicious intent!
However, the moment you take a sideways look before you have a swig.... you've just become a target!
They sit back, watch, replay, assess, repeat..... at some point they decide to shake you down.

There's some pretty savvy people with years of experience in body language /human behavior watching our every move at the footy these days, which in it's self is a sad reflection of the world we now live in!

interesting '74. are you in the security business?

I dont really mind being watched at the footy. better than being blown up half way through the last quarter?

 

[TrialByVideo]

interesting '74. are you in the security business?

I dont really mind being watched at the footy. better than being blown up half way through the last quarter?

No Ezy, had a few mates 'in the job' over the years and have always found it relatively easy to spot an 'operative' at the footy.
I do agree it's better than the alternative! However, the scanning procedures etc are a fair dinkum joke... stories for another day!

 

[Don’t Argue]

Can't speak of TMs case but know for a fact that there's a couple of hundred cctv cameras they have access to and the surveillance methods they use are comprehensive.
The amount of undercover 'operatives' working the G especially at the PRE would surprise many.
Most don't get actively involved unless things turn to ****

In the control room for example..... they focus on a particular section for a certain period and watch for suspicious activity. ... Truth is they're not really looking for drink smugglers, they're after those with more malicious intent!
However, the moment you take a sideways look before you have a swig.... you've just become a target!
They sit back, watch, replay, assess, repeat..... at some point they decide to shake you down.

There's some pretty savvy people with years of experience in body language /human behavior watching our every move at the footy these days, which in it's self is a sad reflection of the world we now live in!

Next you’ll be telling us that Zips and TBR are AFL plants on here?
Then again some of their posts would now make sense!

 

[Harry]

If you're being thrown out from the footy make sure you scan your ticket when walking out and just come back in through another gate. A mate was being dragged out and he asked nicely if he could scan his ticket and they obliged.

 

[TrialByVideo]

Next you’ll be telling us that Zips and TBR are AFL plants on here?
Then again some of their posts would now make sense!

Always cover your camera lens when attempting to decipher a zippydedodah post (should you even bother)..... he or she is always watching!

 

[Baloo]

Our experience was pretty good. No trouble or obvious drunkenness until the end when a swarm of middle aged drunk men tried to force their way into the cheer squad. Though my kids, new to football crowds, still break out in "buuuullllllsshhhiiiiiiiitttttt" chants around the house much to the wife's dismay.

We did have one GWS fan who had decided to complain about loud cheering by Richmond supporters near her. The plod came down and ended up staying there to ensure everyone behaved, which they were. Said GWS fan was just out to cause trouble. Every 10mins or so she'd approach the cops to complain. You could say they were tempted to kick her out.

Highlight was when a few balloons started being bounced around the crowd. One dropped into my 10yo's lap. He grabbed it and gave it a decent punch. Like magic it weaved through the crowd and managed to hit said GWS woman in the face. The female cop who had been there calming her down turned to my son and said "Did you really have to hit her in the face?" while failing to suppress laughter. GWS woman broke the balloon in a fit of anger. She then left.