Lost Trust
Sarah Paeth
Issue date: 10/2/09 Section: Forum
Touchdowns, tackles, and tailgaters. Nothing quite matches the electric excitement of an OSU home football game. My friends and I had waited in line for hours to snag prime seats in section 114 for the Arizona State vs. OSU game. The sky was blue, the sun was shining, and I was decked out in orange and black. When the redshirt teammates moved in only a few rows ahead of my group of friends we felt our luck couldn't get much better.
How very wrong I was.
It started when my friend politely asked a security staff member if she could move into the reserved seats, closer to the football stars. The staff member declined and said that only the football players were allowed to sit there.
A few minutes later, one of the redshirt football players gestured to the same security member watching our section. The football player whispered covertly to the staff member for several minutes and ended the conversation with a high five and a smug grin. Moments later, a redshirt motioned to a group of blonde girls clad in short denim shorts and belly shirts. The girls joined the redshirts in the reserved section - the section I was told I wasn't able to sit in.
I asked the security member why the elite group of blondes had been allowed admittance into the reserved section, and I was informed that these girls knew the athletes and had obtained "passes." I asked two other security members, and both informed me that they'd never heard of any "passes" to sit with the redshirts. I began to question the fact that these girls knew the athletes as I watched each one shake hands and introduce themselves to the boys.
Trying to enjoy the game proved difficult as the inexcusable behavior displayed by the redshirts became increasingly more obvious. The redshirts were looking at the tight ends alright, but not the ones on the fields. They cheered more with their teammates when they scored a phone number than when Rodgers scored a touchdown. They were making passes, but not the kind with a football.
How very wrong I was.
It started when my friend politely asked a security staff member if she could move into the reserved seats, closer to the football stars. The staff member declined and said that only the football players were allowed to sit there.
A few minutes later, one of the redshirt football players gestured to the same security member watching our section. The football player whispered covertly to the staff member for several minutes and ended the conversation with a high five and a smug grin. Moments later, a redshirt motioned to a group of blonde girls clad in short denim shorts and belly shirts. The girls joined the redshirts in the reserved section - the section I was told I wasn't able to sit in.
I asked the security member why the elite group of blondes had been allowed admittance into the reserved section, and I was informed that these girls knew the athletes and had obtained "passes." I asked two other security members, and both informed me that they'd never heard of any "passes" to sit with the redshirts. I began to question the fact that these girls knew the athletes as I watched each one shake hands and introduce themselves to the boys.
Trying to enjoy the game proved difficult as the inexcusable behavior displayed by the redshirts became increasingly more obvious. The redshirts were looking at the tight ends alright, but not the ones on the fields. They cheered more with their teammates when they scored a phone number than when Rodgers scored a touchdown. They were making passes, but not the kind with a football.
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