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Have You Ever Been On Jumbotron/Stadium Camera (1 Viewer)

On Camera

  • Yes

    Votes: 24 40.0%
  • No

    Votes: 36 60.0%

  • Total voters
    60

Encyclopedia Brown

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The Coldplay incident inspired this thread. An epic life altering experience for the two people involved.

I have been caught on camera just once: Billy Joel at Wrigley Field during "Big Shot". I had a beer in hand and was singing along about a Halston dress and then suddenly the entire section was illuminated with a bright light.
 
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No, but that guy fell to the ground in a perfect heap. I mean, he just fell off of her like he’d fainted into a Go-Go-Gadget straight arrow puddle or something. That’s what I find truly remarkable. Like, where you going, bud? Stick around and reap the rewards of publicity . . . Oops.
 
Many, many times. Do you guys not go to games?

Why do they want to pick this uggo (me, sorry) out of 25,000 people in a crowd? To show off his formerly gap-toothed grin and pasty, sweaty visage? Have you looked at me on a ninety-degree day? They ain't putting me up on some 80 foot scoreboard in hi-res with my face adorning it. I'd probably be one of the ones picking my nose and unaware the camera is on me until it's too late. Ay de mi.
 
Pretty sure my wife (girlfriend at the time) and I were on it during the playoff game where the Mets won on a Todd Pratt walk-off home run. We were working together, and (in theory, at least) our co-workers in a small start-up didn't know that we were dating. That said, neither of us was in a relationship with anyone else.
 
Many, many times. Do you guys not go to games?

Why do they want to pick this uggo (me, sorry) out of 25,000 people in a crowd? To show off his formerly gap-toothed grin and pasty, sweaty visage? Have you looked at me on a ninety-degree day? They ain't putting me up on some 80 foot scoreboard in hi-res with my face adorning it. I'd probably be one of the ones picking my nose and unaware the camera is on me until it's too late. Ay de mi.
It has been a long time since I was much of a looker
 
I have yet to be but my friend's wife was on thrice with her emotional support feline, Perry Feral (named after Jane's Addiction), and they had a killer embroidered front backpack for it, which the cat did not seem real keen about. But it did have all-access. And word on the street was some pretty good supplies were included in Perry's favorite treat, Sheba, so that mellowed things out a bit, or "journeys" she liked to call their forays.

It might've taken a legit cat nap or two during events. Like if Marlon Perkins darted it for a spell, but Perry Feral would come out of it no worse for wear. It was like Perry Feral had been through it all before and knew full-well that once the hood went on, things were about to settle down. Super resilient chill feline.
 
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Couple of decades ago, a Chick I was dating at the time I took her to see her favorite country artist (Pat Green) and she was jumping up and down massively excited and got us both on the jumbotron. It was VIP tickets I shelled out for and we also got to do the picture with the artist thing before the concert. I was well rewarded later that evening lol, money well spent.
 
I'm gonna say no, but I do remember in my mid-late 20's being at Anaheim Stadium for an Angels game and looked up at the Jumbotron to see a good buddy of mine from middle school who I hadn't seen since he and his family moved about 20-30 minutes away. It was like SUPER close up, he just had a Halos hat on and was giving the camera a toothy smile and thumbs-up. Super random.
 
At a minor league hockey game in Fayetteville, NC. Our oldest two sons were dancing with the Fire Ant when they were 8 and 6.

My daughter and wife have been on the screen for a coin toss at an Alabama game.

The best though is occasionally seeing my nephew on the screen for Indiana fever, he sits by the bench and occasionally needs to avoid a fight.
 
Went to a Yankees game once back in the 80s and got a phone call from my cousin afterwards that I was featured on the broadcast and mentioned by the booth crew for a good 30 seconds or so (apparently I was goofing around with that day's giveaway they were mentioning). Dumb me never thought to tape the game on VHS since I was gonna be there, so I've never been able to find the footage.
 
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Went to a Yankees game once back in the 80s and got a phone call from my cousin afterwards that I was featured on the broadcast and mentioned by the booth crew for a good 30 seconds or so (apparently I was goofing around with that day's giveaway they were mentioning). Dumb me never though to tape the game on VHS since I was gonna be there, so I've never been able to find the footage.
I totally thought you were going to say it caught you eating an ice cream sundae and got it all over your face.
 
Back when the LA Kings were still playing at the Forum I was called down to shoot pucks against another guy during the first intermission for some prizes. They showed that on the jumbotron. I won and got a Kings jacket and T-shirt. It was awesome.

Strangely enough about a month later my dad also got called down for the same event. I was shocked they pulled two of his season tickets for this event the same year. He didn't win.
 
Many, many times. Do you guys not go to games?

Why do they want to pick this uggo (me, sorry) out of 25,000 people in a crowd? To show off his formerly gap-toothed grin and pasty, sweaty visage? Have you looked at me on a ninety-degree day? They ain't putting me up on some 80 foot scoreboard in hi-res with my face adorning it. I'd probably be one of the ones picking my nose and unaware the camera is on me until it's too late. Ay de mi.
Like this?
 
Many, many times. Do you guys not go to games?

Why do they want to pick this uggo (me, sorry) out of 25,000 people in a crowd? To show off his formerly gap-toothed grin and pasty, sweaty visage? Have you looked at me on a ninety-degree day? They ain't putting me up on some 80 foot scoreboard in hi-res with my face adorning it. I'd probably be one of the ones picking my nose and unaware the camera is on me until it's too late. Ay de mi.
Like this?

Aw, man. Couldn’t watch it. Didn’t work.!
 
Many, many times. Do you guys not go to games?

Why do they want to pick this uggo (me, sorry) out of 25,000 people in a crowd? To show off his formerly gap-toothed grin and pasty, sweaty visage? Have you looked at me on a ninety-degree day? They ain't putting me up on some 80 foot scoreboard in hi-res with my face adorning it. I'd probably be one of the ones picking my nose and unaware the camera is on me until it's too late. Ay de mi.
Like this?

Aw, man. Couldn’t watch it. Didn’t work.!
How about now?
 
Went to a Yankees game once back in the 80s and got a phone call from my cousin afterwards that I was featured on the broadcast and mentioned by the booth crew for a good 30 seconds or so (apparently I was goofing around with that day's giveaway they were mentioning). Dumb me never though to tape the game on VHS since I was gonna be there, so I've never been able to find the footage.
I totally thought you were going to say it caught you eating an ice cream sundae and got it all over your face.
This reply did not get enough love. Well done, it’s literally the first thing that crossed my mind too.
 
Many, many times. Do you guys not go to games?

Why do they want to pick this uggo (me, sorry) out of 25,000 people in a crowd? To show off his formerly gap-toothed grin and pasty, sweaty visage? Have you looked at me on a ninety-degree day? They ain't putting me up on some 80 foot scoreboard in hi-res with my face adorning it. I'd probably be one of the ones picking my nose and unaware the camera is on me until it's too late. Ay de mi.
lol I was coming in here to post the same thing. I'm too ugly to be on a jumbotron. Maybe if I sit next to some beautiful people one day, I can aspire to a jumbotron photobomb.
 
Went to a Yankees game once back in the 80s and got a phone call from my cousin afterwards that I was featured on the broadcast and mentioned by the booth crew for a good 30 seconds or so (apparently I was goofing around with that day's giveaway they were mentioning). Dumb me never though to tape the game on VHS since I was gonna be there, so I've never been able to find the footage.
I totally thought you were going to say it caught you eating an ice cream sundae and got it all over your face.
This reply did not get enough love. Well done, it’s literally the first thing that crossed my mind too.

Wouldn't even crack the top 10 of times my life turned into a Seinfeld subplot.
 
Went to a Yankees game once back in the 80s and got a phone call from my cousin afterwards that I was featured on the broadcast and mentioned by the booth crew for a good 30 seconds or so (apparently I was goofing around with that day's giveaway they were mentioning). Dumb me never though to tape the game on VHS since I was gonna be there, so I've never been able to find the footage.
I totally thought you were going to say it caught you eating an ice cream sundae and got it all over your face.
This reply did not get enough love. Well done, it’s literally the first thing that crossed my mind too.

Wouldn't even crack the top 10 of times my life turned into a Seinfeld subplot.
Me neither but the set up was just leading down that path....
 
Once, went with my Mother-in-Law and her emotional support pet monkey to an Animalheim Angels game when those rally monkeys were big.

She had a spider monkey, Angel, the same species as the rally monkeys. And with that, Angel did not take kindly to the fake monkeys as I think there was some confusion. And I can respect that. I mean, by Angel's accord, all she knows is she's in this huge ring surrounded by a ton of beer guzzling apes waving around their own spider monkeys like pom-poms. Not cool.

So yeah, one and done for me. I only joined Abilene and Angel and the ex because it seemed better than the Seinfeld repeat that night. Big mistake. They showed us on the Jumbotron and I ran like hell. Problem was Angel grabbed hold and went for the ride. Before you know it, we looked like one of those traveling monkey-rides-the-dog show carnival acts. Fun for everyone but me and Angel.

Also, it was an accident, but Angel **** on my popcorn in the third. Not all of it but still. So yeah, I ducked out of there before Jim Abbot -- Angel's favorite pitcher according to Abilene -- made it to the 4th.
 
Went to a Yankees game once back in the 80s and got a phone call from my cousin afterwards that I was featured on the broadcast and mentioned by the booth crew for a good 30 seconds or so (apparently I was goofing around with that day's giveaway they were mentioning). Dumb me never though to tape the game on VHS since I was gonna be there, so I've never been able to find the footage.
I totally thought you were going to say it caught you eating an ice cream sundae and got it all over your face.
This reply did not get enough love. Well done, it’s literally the first thing that crossed my mind too.

Wouldn't even crack the top 10 of times my life turned into a Seinfeld subplot.
Me neither but the set up was just leading down that path....
Was low hanging fruit.
 
Once, went with my Mother-in-Law and her emotional support pet monkey to an Animalheim Angels game when those rally monkeys were big.

She had a spider monkey, Angel, the same species as the rally monkeys. And with that, Angel did not take kindly to the fake monkeys as I think there was some confusion. And I can respect that. I mean, by Angel's accord, all she knows is she's in this huge ring surrounded by a ton of beer guzzling apes waving around their own spider monkeys like pom-poms. Not cool.

So yeah, one and done for me. I only joined Abilene and Angel and the ex because it seemed better than the Seinfeld repeat that night. Big mistake. They showed us on the Jumbotron and I ran like hell. Problem was Angel grabbed hold and went for the ride. Before you know it, we looked like one of those traveling monkey-rides-the-dog show carnival acts. Fun for everyone but me and Angel.

Also, it was an accident, but Angel **** on my popcorn in the third. Not all of it but still. So yeah, I ducked out of there before Jim Abbot -- Angel's favorite pitcher according to Abilene -- made it to the 4th.

A for effort and made me laugh.
 
Many, many times. Do you guys not go to games?

Why do they want to pick this uggo (me, sorry) out of 25,000 people in a crowd? To show off his formerly gap-toothed grin and pasty, sweaty visage? Have you looked at me on a ninety-degree day? They ain't putting me up on some 80 foot scoreboard in hi-res with my face adorning it. I'd probably be one of the ones picking my nose and unaware the camera is on me until it's too late. Ay de mi.
Like this?

Aw, man. Couldn’t watch it. Didn’t work.!
How about now?

Yes, I got it that time. LOL but you changed my Imgur until it showed all these gross-assed pictures in my feed. Dammit.
 
Last year at the Nuggets game, I was.

Another time I had a pretty impressive catch on a foul ball that was probably the pinnacle of my life's athletic achievements. Beer in one hand and I just blindly stuck my hand up and viola, ball appeared in hand. This was only made possible that I had consumed numerous beers and sober common sense would have told me don't stick your hand in front of this screaming line drive. The next day my hand was killing me. I made the big screen, but disappointed all the people around me that said give the ball to a kid. Sorry I earned that ball, life is full of disappointments, buddy.
 
Last year at the Nuggets game, I was.

Another time I had a pretty impressive catch on a foul ball that was probably the pinnacle of my life's athletic achievements. Beer in one hand and I just blindly stuck my hand up and viola, ball appeared in hand. This was only made possible that I had consumed numerous beers and sober common sense would have told me don't stick your hand in front of this screaming line drive. The next day my hand was killing me. I made the big screen, but disappointed all the people around me that said give the ball to a kid. Sorry I earned that ball, life is full of disappointments, buddy.
Before anyone gives you crap, if you break your hand then you keep the ball if that’s what you want to do. I remember losing one in the sun and ducking and covering my head like a little, scared kid. I got **** about it all weekend from friends (we were on a baseball trip weekend).

And I’m a decent ball player (high school Harry, I know, but pretty decent), but man did I duck and cover (it was a rocket of a 430-foot home run so I never thought I was seeing a ball that far away in the bleachers—they were good seats but a bit far in left-center in Philly).

The guys didn’t let me live it down all weekend and longer, but we were all from a post-collegiate softball team, so it wasn’t a total emasculation because I was their SS and they knew I had at least a little skill (relatively speaking, of course). Thank God there were no women there (guy’s trip) or I would have crawled in a hole and stayed there.
 
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I made the big screen, but disappointed all the people around me that said give the ball to a kid. Sorry I earned that ball, life is full of disappointments, buddy.
I mean it's a good story to give the ball to the kid and all but I have gone to a ton of MLB games and only gotten one ball direct off a bat in my whole life. I started going to games when I was a kid so in essence by keeping the ball I am giving it to that inner kid that has been dreaming of getting a ball at a MLB game his entire life. Why should I give it to some snot nosed beggar of a kid today? Nah, I am keeping it. Lucky for me, I got the ball well before it was a thing to give it away to kids even though about 50 kids immediately came up to me begging for me to give it to them.

Now my son on the other hand, he has gotten a ball in 95% of the games he has gone to. Most are during BP or from a ball boy but he has gotten a couple live off of the play. The first one was actually when we went to Oakland to watch a kid I coached in high school pitch. It was his 6th big league start (but first close enough to go to). My son got a foul ball late in the game and that game turned out to be the player's first big league win. Got him to sign the ball after the game. What a great experience.
 
Many times. I think it helps to have kids. Even made it onto the Giants TV broadcast when our twins were babies.
 
Yes. Wife won a random gift basket during the Somerset Patriots (Yankee AA) game. Worst gift basket ever. Applebees gift card that expired in like 2 weeks, and a certificate for free axe throwing at a local place that was for mid-week only, and I think only for one person.
 

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