The White Tighted Bandit...

A couple of weeks ago we took the girls to a University of Washington Lady Huskies basketball game. According to three out of four people in our household it was fun. According to the youngest member of our brood it was "no fun at all". Whatever you say Dramannika! Back in November I stumbled across this great deal that UW was hosting...Daddy Daughter Day at the Lady Husky games. For a mere 20 bucks a person you get tickets to five different events, a free shirt, motivational speeches, and a picture. It is cute and sweet and fun (well some of us think it is fun). It is also sort of funny. Not the basketball part...that's not funny...the part that involves stadium "security" (you know the "security guards" that take your ticket and show you which section you are in?) and three little girls.

About halfway through the second half I noticed four, count them four, stadium security team members conferencing right below our section. They were very seriously discussing some goings-on in the upper reaches of the gymnasium. Now I have been to my fair share of college events and this conferring of security usually means one thing and one thing only...the forbidden alcohol...dum dum dum. As I watched the serious meeting unfold I wondered who would have smuggled alcohol into a basketball game that started at noon and was comprised of 400 little girls. As I pondered this I overheard one of the guards say "It's the one in the white tights, I just can't catch her!" As I turned in my seat to see the offensive white tighted beer swigger I was surprised to see a 5 year old girl wearing white tights and playing a mean game of tag with two of her posse members. Apparently it is a no-no to run in the last row of the Bank of America Arena and apparently it takes four people to take these girls down! As the elected guard slowly made the climb to Row 31 Section 6 to squash this raucous behavior I had to laugh...oh how times have changed. I'm just glad it wasn't my kid in white tights because that security guard meant business. Oh wait, that's right, it wouldn't have been my kid because she was to busy "having no fun at all"!