as we walked up to the gate, i see them searching people, or patting them down. just as i got ready to get out my ID, i stopped. i figured i'd try something. i walked up to the searcher, raised up my arms, and he started patting me down. they pat your chest, then rub their hands around your waistband. he never felt the butt of my revolver just barely sticking up from my pants pocket. so i cruise on in with 15 rounds of .357 magnum and a loaded revolver. i don't know what kind of security facade they're running, but please. i hope people don't feel safe just because they're patting people down.
well, we watched the game and left a few minutes before the end of the last quarter. as we got to the main stadium exit, i found out just how good security really is there. little did i know that I WAS the security. two guys are slugging it out right in front of us on the floor. i'm trying to get my kids back and get my wife to take them to the side. as i'm doing this, some friends of the combatants are starting to pull them apart. these guys continue trying to get to each other in a crowd of people and small kids, so i go up and convince them to go on their separate ways. one schmuck starts whining that he wanted to press charges. i told him if any charges were pressed it would be both of them for fighting in public. that was enough for him to leave. the sober friends helped in that respect. i think the shiny badge i had on was all the convincing they needed. thank goodness i slipped past security with my gun. i'm just glad they didn't do the same. i'm not a fan of getting involved in anything, but there are kids all over this place and these two drunks decide to duke it out in the exit doors.
and did security ever show up you ask? nope. no employees, no security, nothing.
oh, it gets better. i walk out to the car to find out my window is busted out where someone tried to steal my wife's jeep. chalk another one up to "i won't ever leave a gun in the car".
all in all, it was a s%$*ty trip and i never intend to go back.
the morale of this story? carry a gun everywhere you go. if they won't let you in with it, it isn't important enough to be there any way. you and your family's safety and security are far too precious to put it in the hands of those who only want to give you the false sense of it.
