So here's the story, believe it or not. I am prefacing this by saying I had 0 alcoholic beverages last night prior to watching and while I was watching the Supercross. We had great seats, a friend of RC gave us the tickets. It was in the riders family section. We got to talk to alot of the riders and they were extemely nice about young kids asking for their autographs. So, fast forward to 20 minutes before the main event. One of those beach balls was getting tossed around, strange as thay may be. We were all trying for our chance to hit it. An event staff member caught it, gave it to an old guy called "the hawk", and he proceeded to tear a hole in it. Ok, we'll give him that one. A few minutes passed and another ball appears. Mind you, I did not and never had, brought any of those things into a stadium. Anyway, it starts to fly around, not really interfering with much, kids jumping, adults passing it to the kids and so on. Well, "the hawk" swoops down, and it gets near him but he can't grasp it so it's back into the game again. The crowd cheers, he winks at me and gives a smile and walks up the stairs back to his perch. The same event staff guy catches it again! He seemed to be in the right place at the right time. Well hes about 8 rows down from me, I'm on the aisle seat nearest the stairs and he looks up and makes a gesture to "the hawk". I read his eyes like Polamalu and as he tosses the ball for the touchdown pass, I stick out my hand and intercept it. I didn't actually grab it but was able to knock it over ot some kids across from me and then the crowd goes crazy! I'm the beach ball hero. I hear cheers and, "Way to go beach ball guy!" I might have been on the big screen but that was doubtful. So I'm feeling pretty good, I'm on top of the world, the ball is back in play, "the hawk" smiles and walks back to his perch and then the unthinkable happens. The event staff guy points at me and yells, "YOU'RE OUTTA HERE!" And he proceeded to come up to me, and nicely escort me out of the stadium. :pissed: I was dumbfounded. He wouldn't talk to me all the way out and it was a long walk. I watched as we walked, numerous drunk morons screaming profanities at others, fights, beer being spilled and drunks falling down. And there was I, beach ball guy getting ejected. I gracefully left and waited at the gates until my friend watched the main and walked out. I didn't make a scene, I didn't say anything bad to the guy, I just tipped my hat and he told me to have a good night. If I was out of line I guess I desereved it but I didn't think I was. I'm not all butt hurt but I thought he was a little overboard.