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MUScoop => The Superbar => Topic started by: warriorchick on October 31, 2012, 05:30:02 PM

Title: Say hello to my little friend....
Post by: warriorchick on October 31, 2012, 05:30:02 PM
If MU invested in this bad boy, maybe a T-shirt would actually reach my section.....


(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/A6jyIgrCQAAH4rl.jpg)

100 T-shirts blasted in 60 seconds, baby!
Title: Re: Say hello to my little friend....
Post by: tower912 on October 31, 2012, 07:38:30 PM
So it IS the size of the gun that matters........
Title: Re: Say hello to my little friend....
Post by: Da 'Lanche on October 31, 2012, 08:12:19 PM
They have something similar at the Phogg for KU games.....it does have its purpose for amusement.   If only they would put bottles of single malt scotch inside instead of t-shirts....now that would be interesting...
Title: Re: Say hello to my little friend....
Post by: Jay Bee on October 31, 2012, 08:18:13 PM
Title had me excited... kind of a let down. (ps - SUPERBAR!)

Only a matter of time before a t-shirt "hurts" a kid and venues stop allowing the firing of promo items out into the crowd.
Title: Re: Say hello to my little friend....
Post by: Benny B on October 31, 2012, 08:36:09 PM
Quote from: Jay Bee on October 31, 2012, 08:18:13 PM
Title had me excited... kind of a let down. (ps - SUPERBAR!)

Only a matter of time before a t-shirt "hurts" a kid and venues stop allowing the firing of promo items out into the crowd.

Some woman died about 12 years ago in a t-shirt related accident; although that was from being hit by something like six t-shirt bazookas at once.   Poor woman... She had just returned to her seat after buying the family hot dogs when the fat guy in the row in front of her (at whom the t-shirts were aimed) ducked at the last second.
Title: Re: Say hello to my little friend....
Post by: warriorchick on October 31, 2012, 08:40:28 PM
Quote from: Benny B on October 31, 2012, 08:36:09 PM
Some woman died about 12 years ago in a t-shirt related accident; although that was from being hit by something like six t-shirt bazookas at once.   Poor woman... She had just returned to her seat after buying the family hot dogs when the fat guy in the row in front of her (at whom the t-shirts were aimed) ducked at the last second.

It is also how Ned Flander's wife died.  She was on the top row of bleachers.  T-shirt hit her in the chest and flipped her over the back.
Title: Re: Say hello to my little friend....
Post by: jesmu84 on November 01, 2012, 08:12:49 AM
Quote from: warriorchick on October 31, 2012, 08:40:28 PM
It is also how Ned Flander's wife died.  She was on the top row of bleachers.  T-shirt hit her in the chest and flipped her over the back.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7JgRXOmZkSo
Title: Re: Say hello to my little friend....
Post by: WI inferiority Complexes on November 01, 2012, 08:17:02 AM
The Inferiority Complex family sits in the upper bowl behind the benches.  Every game, the T-Shirt cannon begins shooting on the opposite side from us, has one or two shirts reach the upper bowl, but runs out of gas by the time they switch sides.

I think we're too high up to ever get a shirt, but just once I would like them to shoot at our side first.  That, or get a cheerleader with one hell of an arm.
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