As one of the early risers I walked to a concourse where they were handing out danish, bananas and juice. Another earlybird dad, who looked still half asleep came up behind me. I looked over the sea of tents covering the outfield and said to him, "Isn't that a beautiful sight?"
Without even looking, he grumbled, "It's like a goddamned refugee camp."
I'm hoping that reply was a result of not having coffee yet. It's the stuff from which beautiful memories are made.
