What can I say, I love the dedication shown here. Some might think I am just referring to crafting a salami and house vodka sub with extra 'T' in an effort to smuggle cheap, esophagus burning spirits into a place of business. However, I'm also appreciative of the initiative shown by the security team in unearthing Glen's bottle of liver cirrhosis. That's the type of honest competition that keeps the world turning.
As a 20 year old, I would have considered it my own personal hell to run into such committed group of ass patters and bag searchers, but that's just because apparently I didn't want to illegally take free shots out of the bottle badly enough. Some might think that carrying around a 4-pound sandwich was a pretty elaborate, proactive way to binge drink while watching the ponies, but a great defense is beating a good offense every single time.
I hope that having their vodka confiscated doesn't turn these poor, sober bastards off to the sport of sneaking booze into sporting events in the future, because the true greats would treat it as a lesson learned and institute it the next time they go back to the cutting board. After all, if being too young and excessively drunk in public were that easy then everyone would do it.