The only time that my dad had a truffle on the sidelines was when the Notre Dame leprechaun kept jumping in front of my dad's camera in South Bend a couple years ago. (I told him he should have beat the guy up... that would've made SportsCenter...) So at Wyoming my dad was doing his thing and expecting to hear stuff from the fans. If you haven't been to Laramie, there isn't a lot of room between the first row of seats and the player's bench. This makes it so that when you walk behind the bench to get to the other side of the field, you have to get a little up close and personal with the crowd. Two years ago they would yell at him as he crossed, this year, nothing. The fun didn't come from the crowd, it came from what appeared to be Wyoming's graduate assistants.
There was this one guy who kept standing in front of my dad's camera as he was filming. My dad's first move was to just step to the side and keep filming. Well, the next play, the guy stands in front of my dad's camera and as the play is developing, my dad steps to the side and notices that the guy sidesteps with him to stay in front of the camera. My dad steps to the side again and the guy moves again with him. My dad is no little guy and ain't scared to take on a Wyoming Cowboy. My dad, while filming mind you, lowers his shoulder into the guy and gives him a hard shove. You can imagine how frustrating this would be. My dad finished filming the play and as soon as the play ended takes the camera down and looks to hunt down this guy. As he looks around, the guy was gone! He had split and didn't mess with my dad the rest of the time.
It's always fun to head to Laramie. You can't leave without some good stories to tell.
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