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"On Thursday July the 3rd. I attempted for the first time to finally attend a Tulsa Drillers Baseball game.
We waited in line at an intersection in the parking lot for some time, seemingly invisible to a traffic cop who was sending people in various directions with no apparent logic.
Despite the indicated intention of my auto’s blinker, he eventually sent us off in the opposite direction of most.
Now we are literally being herded like a stray cow, by a lunatic in a golf cart who is right behind us yelling, “GO, GO, GO ”. Keep in mind at this time there are no other moving cars within 50ft. of us, to another female attendant who motions us OUT of the parking lot toward the street.
I explained, “We do not want to leave, we want to park and go to the game.”
To which she replied, I would need to go back on to the street and get back in line.
I don’t think I want to see the game this bad I replied.
“That’s fine”, she shot back, “just go.”
The commercials claim, “Fun for the whole family”. Not, be humiliated in front of your whole family.
So your parking lot people had their moment, and I’m sure they enjoyed it.
And that’s fine, because my moment will be every time I hear one of your radio ads, or any of the myriad of ways that you spend money, to try and get my money.
Because you will not get my money.
And when you’re little franchise has gone the way of The Oilers, The Ruffnecks and The Zone, that will be my moment as well.
Because for every person like myself who will tell you how they feel, there are several thousand others who will only tell everyone else."
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