We work the concession stands at BDS to make money for our organization. The AD got the bright idea to "paint" the concession stand floors with garage floor epoxy (complete with the included "sprinkle grit") before the season began. Unfortunately, this grit wears down as people walk on it, and the epoxy is, as advertised, extremely slippery when wet. Carrying bags of ice to refill the fountain machine bins and bottled water bins results in melted ice being dripped all over the floor. At the Georgia game, the melted ice drippings coupled with the worn grit on the epoxy floor resulted in an extremely slippery surface. I slipped and fell with 5 gallons of nacho cheese, hitting the back of my head on the counter and spilling cheese all over myself and the floor. I was knocked out cold for about 15 seconds, and once I came to I thought I was bleeding due to cheese being all over the back of my head. There's no doubt I had a concussion, although I didn't go to the hospital because what could they do other than tell me to refrain from sleeping for several hours? Long story short, I went to a friend's house to clean up, and upon walking back to the stadium during halftime, my wife and I observed an event that brings me to the point that prevents this post from thread-jacking:
A grown man was walking out of the stadium, being escorted by his two children (the oldest of whom could not have been more than 12 years of age). He was staggering all over the place and yelling at his kids for stepping on his toes. The children were on each side of him, and a lady that I presume was his wife was walking 10-15 feet in front of them with an extremely ....ed off look on her face. This guy was plastered. I called him a loser and a poor example for his children to his face and he didn't even notice...he kept yelling about his kids stepping on his feet. My point is this: whether or not alcohol sales are allowed in a stadium, drunks will always find ways to get drunk. This guy was out of his mind, one of the worst I've ever seen (including my 5 years in college at the Capstone). It's a shame, but I don't think selling alcohol would do anything other than make money for the University, the concessionaires, and the organizations that do the grunt work .