Did some one say Chicken ? Got to the stadium about 1:15 Saturday for the 3:00pm 6A championship game. Couldn't locate this years crew ( Wavebb, MarkCannon,Darter, Lazl, and 307mac. Walked a I/2 mile east, unescorted to Orange Blossom Trail. Entered Texas Fried Chicken, long line, one guy working the front by himself, exited establishment. Crossed OBT, walked a block north, also unescorted, entered Church's Fried Chicken. One guy in front of me at the counter. Ordered a #1 two piece (white), fries, honey biscuit, and a medium coke. Sat at a small table and ate my meal. The staff could not have been more friendly. They were talking about the high school games when I entered, and still 25 minutes later when I exited. Crossed over OBT and walked west back to the stadium. Still no sight of the Flavarsity crew. A long time friend owns a couple grass parking lots west of the stadium so I walk over to "kill" some time. As long as the high school games have been held in Orlando, I have parked in the HOOD. Day and night, year after year, after year, after year, etc, etc. Never been hit up for money, dope, or a female companion. Two times by myself, and few times with the crew we have walked the mile or so down to Church Street Station for food and adult beverages between games. At no time have I or anyone of us as a group been approached by Orlando's low income area residents. Maybe it's luck or maybe a superior being was watching out for us middle to old age guys. Who knows, certainly not I.... To Neutral, all I can say is unlike many of his fictional tails, everything I've just written is true and really did happen. For him to have grown up many years ago on the tough inner city streets of Boca....ah..Columbus, Ohio, he sure has turned into a candy a$$ senior citizen..... Man up, chump.
