I have two:
First one: my roommate from Denison had a bunch of pals from Denison who were all football players. In fact, one of them, if I remember right, was an NAIA all-America LB, who had a bye week that week. Another was 6-9 and walked on to the Iowa State football team, where he played DE on the scout team for a season before quitting. My roommate himself was a stout little dude, about 5-9 and built like a body builder. On to the story:
These guys were at a game and spotted, of all things, a shopping cart sitting in the walkway in front of the seats. They were all three sheets to the wind and decided that would be a good diversion. So they go down, get the shopping cart, stick my roommate, who was the smallest among them, in it and start passing him, cart and all, up the stands. When he gets to the end of the seating, they retrieve the shopping cart, head back down to the walkway, stick someone else in it and do it all over again. After a few more passes like this, the student section, is chanting, "shopping cart, shopping cart, shopping cart," asking them to send it back up again. They must have passed the shopping cart up 6-7 times before security arrived and seized it from them. I don't know how nobody got hurt. They were all probably too drunk to know if they were hurt or not.
Second one: There used to be a family of vertically challenged people who all attended Iowa State called the Crawfords. There were, if I recall, 9 of these children, who all went to Iowa State at different times. The Des Moines Register even did a story about the family, sending all their children to Iowa State.
At the time of our story, four of them, all brothers, were in attendance, including one on our floor. The Crawfords were all very short people. I think the tallest by quite a bit may have been 5-5, the shortest were under 5-0. The four brothers ranged from 5-2 to maybe 5-4.
So we're at a football game and the one who lived on our floor invited his brothers, who, I think lived off campus, to sit with our floor. During the game, an obnoxious, obviously drunk guy, who towered over these Crawfords was sitting behind them, yelling obscenities, spilling his drink, waving his arms wildly and jostling the Crawfords, dousing them in liquid from his drink. Finally, they'd had enough.
The four Crawfords jumped the guy, who must have been about 6-3, and started pummeling him. The picture that sticks in my mind is, when, at one point, there was a Crawford stuck to each of his four limbs. Then they just started beating the crap out of him. Two of the Crawfords never let go of his legs. It was the funniest sight I'd ever seen at a football game. The guy looked like King Kong trying to fight off Lilliputians, swatting ponderously at them, trying to dislodge the little men from his appendages. Security arrived, broke up the fight and escorted the drunk giant out of the stadium after that.
