Press box horror stories

I'm not the smallest of people, neither height nor weight, so when the first-year college program decided to have their first "home" game at a local private school, I knew the press box would be jammed. Problem was they sat me next to the other team's coaching staff.

Now, the school we cared about is a Christian school. The other is a catholic school.

The catholic coaches proceeded to bombard me and the rest of the press box with four-letter seranades whenever their team screwed up. I don't mind cussing, but the Christians next to me were mortified.

Well, sure enough, halftime comes and the Catholic coaches depart for their team's locker room. Unfortunately one of them left a parting gift of eau de shit your pants before vacating the press box. It hit me first, and I immediately turned to the Christian school SID and said, it wasn't me. It then hits him and the staff standing behind them. I thought we were all going to die.

 

Hey! I think I've worked with those guys! Would love to take a couple of guesses here, but it doesn't seem to be all that uncommon.