Remember, Kalle, Finland is the 'happiest country' in our world ,per the UN

!!
My worst experience came BEFORE we even made it to the field. The scene was mid-November at rustic Bowdoin College for a state championship in our previous century. I was to be the umpire

while the white hat's real job was the Maine State Prison Warden

. As we strolled out thru the rustic ivy-covered runway, the following 'event' occurred :
(1) An empty quart bottle of cheep whisky came a' sailing out of the rustic ole' stands and shattered at the ref/warden's feet

;
(2) I was standing next to him when he muttered : "Must be one of my alumni greeting me, let's return to our hideaway

!"
(3) Back in the officials' room ,he pulled out a walky -talky -cell phones hadn't yet came to town.
(4) In mere minutes, four uniformed

Maine State Police officers arrived, we only worked a 5-man crew back then, so someone was left unprotected

. Our journey to the field resumed..

.
(5) As we entered the rustic ole' field, many fans that had witnessed the whisky flavored toss cheered

.
(6) The troopers remained and were stationed ion each corner of the field.

(7) They waited after post game and escorted us to our cars. I asked one if he enjoyed the game, and he responded : "It beats the heck out of chasing drunks down the highway

."
Epilogue : It was a kinder, gentler time back then.
It is good to have a prison warden on your crew.
