We weren't paid in those days, so nobody cared if my daughter hung out with me at the refs locker room and she had her own staff credentials starting at about ten or 12 until 2005, when she would have been 14. She would run errands to the press box or train ball kids - whatever needed doing and sometimes we just hung out together. She often sat with me at the fourth officials table. She never asked for anything, but some players got to know her and grew a bit fond of her. Raul, the kit man for LA adored her and gave her several from folks like Donovan and Jones. OTOH my son went to the games and sat in the south end, right up against goal where the opposing teams used to warm up. He would trade insults back and forth with the players, and at least one opposing goalkeeper wanted to fight him after a match. He'd perfected the technique of pissing off opponents while playing on Santa Clara HS, Mt. Hamilton, and Evergreen College. He used to run into some former opponents from Fremont HS who told him they had hated him and every time before they played they would talk about how they were going to get him. In the four years he played there for John Azevedo they beat Fremont eight times...
And just for Mark, my friends returned from Scotland recently and brought me a bottle of this nectar:
Having never met him, I can't vouch for the fat, but I will second the old and angry... I haven't had any whiskey, whisky, or bourbon for quite a while. For me, it's more of a summer thing, and people here in WI are besotted with brandy. The brandy old fashioned (sweet or sour) is the state beverage. except for breakfast or brunch when you see these monstrosities (bloody Mary, dragged through the garden):