So I'm parked really close to a small group of obviously recent grads and also within earshot of a three vehicle caravan of fortyish parents with young-to-early teens in the group. Both parties are well equipped with sound systems to enjoy their favorite music.
During the pre-game festivities the recent alums start playing some rap music containing lyrics which George Carlin used to mention on his "Seven words you can't say on TV" routine. Very graphic. I think I even might have learned a couple things and I'm an ex-sailor! The other folks are more the Barry Manilow/John Denver crowd. The decibel level increases notably as they try to drown out the opposition. Anyway, the Mom & Pop folks are getting noticeably upset and one particularly offended Mommy approaches the "miscreants" and either asked or demanded they revise their play list, decrease the volume or die! (Okay, I threw that last one in there, but you get the idea)
When no compromise can be found the old fogies flag down a roving patrol of parking lot law enforcement types and plead their case to State College/PSU/PSP's finest. But by this time the other group have seen the "heat," cleaned-up their act and Bruce Springsteed is blaring from the speakers. The cops just told both parties if they BOTH don't turn it down he was gonna issue citations to everyone including Little Jenny with the Big Bird stuffed doll. Problem resolved, no arrests, no blood and everybody goes back their burgers and beer, in silence!
During the pre-game festivities the recent alums start playing some rap music containing lyrics which George Carlin used to mention on his "Seven words you can't say on TV" routine. Very graphic. I think I even might have learned a couple things and I'm an ex-sailor! The other folks are more the Barry Manilow/John Denver crowd. The decibel level increases notably as they try to drown out the opposition. Anyway, the Mom & Pop folks are getting noticeably upset and one particularly offended Mommy approaches the "miscreants" and either asked or demanded they revise their play list, decrease the volume or die! (Okay, I threw that last one in there, but you get the idea)
When no compromise can be found the old fogies flag down a roving patrol of parking lot law enforcement types and plead their case to State College/PSU/PSP's finest. But by this time the other group have seen the "heat," cleaned-up their act and Bruce Springsteed is blaring from the speakers. The cops just told both parties if they BOTH don't turn it down he was gonna issue citations to everyone including Little Jenny with the Big Bird stuffed doll. Problem resolved, no arrests, no blood and everybody goes back their burgers and beer, in silence!
