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Your most embarrassing Dome moment...

I have two:

When I was 11 or 12 some friends and I got dropped off at the dome to go to a basketball game, It was against some crappy directional school so it was a bit of a snoozer. We were all sitting in the high 300s just goofing around and not really paying attention to the game anymore, I thought it would be fun to try to stand on a plastic novelty cup. I actually managed to do it for a few seconds before I fell back and the cup launches down into where people were sitting. It hits a disabled girl directly in the head who immediately starts bawling. The crowd, assuming I threw it on purpose grew hostile, Booing me and my friends. Security came and escorted us out, they did move us to the 100 section after I explained what happened so it wasn't a total loss.

The other is more recent and ridiculous, I had to work late one evening and got to a football game right at half time. I was bringing two beers up the stairs when I slipped on some liquid and spilled my beer on the feet of someone near the aisle. They what happened and were very cool about it, security was not though. Assuming I was wasted I was "asked to leave".
 
I don't know about how "embarrassing" it was, but I have a story.

The beginning of the 03-04 basketball was just a few short months after my wedding. I constantly fidgeted with my ring, as I had never worn one and it took a long time for me to get used to. To this day I take it off after every hand wash to get the moisture out from that area. Literally drives me nuts. Anyway messing with ring it slips off and falls down behind the guy in from me bench. Seemed like all sound cut off and I could hear it falling row by row. My brother in law looks at me like "you're in deep crap". Within seconds, a guy 4 rows down stands up, turns around and holds up my ring.

That guy saved my balls.
 
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Took my woman to the dome and shee proceeded to strip.
 
Around 2001 or 2002 while in college, I was wrestling my much bigger and tougher housemate, and he put me in some armbar move that twisted my arm back and made me cry like a little girl.

So later that night we go to the Dome for a Cuse game, and I decide to try to win a basketball by shooting a free throw in the backcourt area. I go up to the line to shoot the ball, and as I'm releasing the ball my arm just goes limp (from the wrestling move earlier in the day) and the ball literally goes halfway to the basket. Like 100 people saw this and little kids were looking at me like I was an elderly woman.

It was pretty mortifying.
 
We beat nebraska in 1984. My buddy and i decide ro run onto the field (we are 14). Then we decide it would be cool to tackle otto. So we run up and both jump on otto and gang tackle him. We hear a "what the . . . . " in a female voice. Apparently otto was a girl. And us two jerkoffs are both on top of her lying on the turf.

Marsh be honest this actually happened 3 days ago at the Colgate game, didn't it?
 
Ok, I'll start...

Been going to games for 20 years, yesterday was sitting first row upper deck. Had a cardboard tray in left hand with a full order of nachos on it. I move my right arm, it hits the tray and the nachos bounce off the tray and go over the ledge... during the national anthem...

They fell onto a family. Covered them. An elderly man stared in anger at me with cheese on his face. Good thing I didn't get the extra jalapeños.

I may never eat nachos again.
Hahahahahaha o my god that was you?? I was in the luxury box close to those people. We all were laughing hysterically while standing for the anthem.. i figured a lil kid through them at the family
 
Hahahahahaha o my god that was you?? I was in the luxury box close to those people. We all were laughing hysterically while standing for the anthem.. i figured a lil kid through them at the family
That was me in 317. I'm 31, but I felt like a child after it happened. Wasn't even drunk yet! They told me I'm on "a list" after it happened, whatever that means. I told them they should review it as I'm probably already on it. Security thought I did it in support of the Kaepernick incident. I was like, are you freaking kidding me?
 
Yelling at a Clemson biggin riding a bike to stay warm. Words such as "salad " and "calories" and "spinning" were flying around. We are 2 rows back on the 38 yd line in section 115. We got a talkin to by the south carolina authorities;)
 

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I know this is thread regarding the Carrier Dome, but my most embarrassing moments were at Archbold, as a ball boy back in the late 70's. a) during a timeout, running from one end of the field to the other, just as I'm passing behind Bill Hurley, he turns around and runs over me, and b) during a very cold game against BC, I'm standing on the line of scrimmage, its a toss sweep to Joe Morris, he is tackled on the sideline by two BC defenders on top of who else, me. Do you think anybody would help me up, nope! Next day, the left side of the body was black and blue. Yeah, that hurt.
 
On a warm April afternoon in the early 90s, I along with my (and Kaiser's) pledge brother, Todd S., snuck into the Carrier Dome while on Roller Blades and proceeded to zip around the concourse several times.

On about lap 4 or 5, Carrier Dome security set up a makeshift roadblock using those steel railings and trash cans. When we turned a corner and rolled upon the block, we couldn't turn to skate the other way as several security guards immediately came up behind us and grabbed our shirts.

We were told that if we immediately left and didn't ever return on skates again that they would not press charges.

As such, we left.
 
Mine is boring. I bring a small bag with stuff i like to have at a game, (pom pom, radio, earphones, binoculars, most recent SI to read at halftime, etc.). At one basketball game, I reached for it, grabbed the wrong end and dumped everything all over the woman in front of me.
 
Around 2001 or 2002 while in college, I was wrestling my much bigger and tougher housemate, and he put me in some armbar move that twisted my arm back and made me cry like a little girl.

So later that night we go to the Dome for a Cuse game, and I decide to try to win a basketball by shooting a free throw in the backcourt area. I go up to the line to shoot the ball, and as I'm releasing the ball my arm just goes limp (from the wrestling move earlier in the day) and the ball literally goes halfway to the basket. Like 100 people saw this and little kids were looking at me like I was an elderly woman.

It was pretty mortifying.
I can imagine your horror.

-Elderly Woman
 
Mine is boring. I bring a small bag with stuff i like to have at a game, (pom pom, radio, earphones, binoculars, most recent SI to read at halftime, etc.). At one basketball game, I reached for it, grabbed the wrong end and dumped everything all over the woman in front of me.

"Wow, I didn't realize people still read Sports Illustrated!" -woman in front of you
 
"Wow, I didn't realize people still read Sports Illustrated!" -woman in front of you


She didn't know people still read.
 
Twas Saturday, October the 31st, 2009.

Cold and crisp tankards of Grog were abound. My now wife, my friends and myself were celebrating life to a level ne'er before found. The certain upward trajectory of the Orangemen could'nt be more plain to see, in light of our recent victory over the Akron Zips what else could it mean! The Bearcats of Cinci were coming through our gates, we were there to kill 'em, serve 'em up on plates.

The 3rd floor of the Waverly & S. Crouse Garage is where we resided. The journey began at 8 AM. A gaggle of Orange faithful played corn hole and danced to classic music in the yard acrossed the street. The Flag flew high from the Orange 44 mobile parked outside the Hoople building. The preacher, preached aloud at the intersection amidst the hecklers that taunted him. Spirits were high, as were the teenagers that pulled their '92 El Camino in next to us.

The hour drew near, so we began our trek up the Hill, around the quad and to Gate H. Chants could be heard from all around, 'cuse, 'Cuse, 'CUSE!!! Through the detector's of medal we passed, into the seemingly tumultuous revolving doors and through the turnstyles. A deposit was made to the historical & efficient God's of silver. Refreshments were purchased, in this day & age, at a mere $5 per. To the stairs we climbed, vision a bit blurred.

Section 333, Row H, seats 2-6, this is where our hynies would sit! Two years we lived here, the wive's thought it was a hit.

Through the 1st, 7-7 is where we were at. Optimistic about life, to the beer men we traveled at half to gather as many dome foams as possible before we sat. Down, down, down the hatch they went. Our wives knew the inevitable, even though we soldiered on, we were spent.

As the game wore on, so did our coordination. As beer fell to the bleachers below, we were getting close saturation. Up my arms went with a Paulus INT, down my arse went with equal speed. A slip on the wet bleachers sent me a fly, like a toboggan I slid down feet pointed towards the sky.

Silver a plenty given the former state of affairs, my momentum increased with each passing stair. Two elderly gents stood against the rail, no idea had they for what would soon entail. my feet plunged into their backs, like a sledgehammer they hit matter of fact. Over the railing both of their beers flew, as I looked on red-faced, nothing left to do.

A sorry escaped my lips as they looked on in anger, back to the car we must go, said the wives who saw danger. Down the hill we went, after only half a day, we were spent.
 
I've got 3 pretty bad ones.

2001: It was the Miami game. I was still in my 20s, stupid, and couldn't hold my liquor at all. I got completely wrecked before the game, so much so that when we missed a FG, I swear it went through, proceeded to stand up and chastise the refs at full volume about not being able to see. My future ex-wife basically told me that he really did miss it and I was a complete idiot. Pretty sure the entire section agreed with her.

A couple of years later it was an early season dome cooker, temps outside were in the 90s, mid-day game so sun was shining on the dome, etc. It was brutally hot. Anyway, wasn't even drunk as I didn't have time to tailgate that day and had just bought my 2nd beer. The plastic cup had so much condensation on it that when I tried to grab it, it shot out of my hand like one of those little disc launchers right into a woman who was about 8 months pregnant. Neither her or her husband were very happy with me. I pleaded for forgiveness, offered to pay for all cleaning, etc. They declined and I moved sections after that year.

The last was a tailgating incident up at Skytop. My younger son was about 5 or 6, I had picked him up while trying to find something in the back of my SUV and holding him in that sideways kinda resting on my hip way. I started to feel him slip so I did the toss him up and catch him thing. Unfortunately I tossed him a little too high, his head hit the inside of the rear gate, I felt horrible so I backed out as quickly as I could, while trying to ask him if he was alright. At that point he was fine and I probably should have been paying more attention to myself because I proceeded to back into and trip over my beer cooler while still holding my son who got tossed onto the ground like a sack of potatoes as we both tumbled to the ground.
 
First date with my now wife: Cuse vs Mizzou Basketball 2003 season. Like a dumb ass I forget to bring cash to buy tickets at the gate and don't want to walk around the whole dome to where they accepted cards. So I turn to her and ask her if she has cash... Yeah, she now tells our kids about how I asked her to pay for our first date. Sigh.
 
First date with my now wife: Cuse vs Mizzou Basketball 2003 season. Like a dumb ass I forget to bring cash to buy tickets at the gate and don't want to walk around the whole dome to where they accepted cards. So I turn to her and ask her if she has cash... Yeah, she now tells our kids about how I asked her to pay for our first date. Sigh.
Soooooooo you got your wife to pay for your first date and you think that's embarassing??????

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Pyle said:
Soooooooo you got your wife to pay for your first date and you think that's embarassing??????

Ha! I wish. We walked around so I could pay lol.

BUT - she wanted to go to a Syracuse game for our first date and we went back to see Gerry hit that last second 3 vs ND. We won the NC.

Needless to say I knew she was the one.
 
I vaguely remember cheering for the wrong team once when I was younger (probably 8 or 9). Wasn't paying attention closely and saw a 3 pointer go in. Thought it was Cuse and cheered. Wasn't Cuse. Dome was quiet. Felt like everybody thought I was an idiot.
 

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