.......the cost of "bad homework" (or no homework) after discovering that James Hylton was in the field after all, I started looking some stuff up on him, immediately the DAMMIT alarm goes off, he's hanging it up, had I known that, I would have gotton the only thing I came back from MIS with him involved done up (I was already @ the developers for the Milka shot) a terrible, "WTF-on-a-stick" shot of his name on the scoring pylon, only thing I had, but still enuf for a cool old dude like him..........more Milka, (Milka-ing it out?) I try to be respectful of all seniors, but had I been rude to the guard at the gate, would'a gotten my picture with her as well, after the autograph signing, the guard beckons me over, I'm sorta "uh, yea, uhm, I'm kinda........yessir, whats up" he starts to show me, in torture-essly slow detail that HE took a picture of me and her, do I want him to send it to my phone?? (actually, her, & my arm pointing at the photo) all the while, shes slipping away, Tman will appreciate this, it was kinda like trying to blow-off Abe Simpson..("we didn't TAAAAAAAAAAKE pictures with drivers, we'd employ SSSCCCCKKKEEEETTCCCHHHH-artists, who had an onion tied to there pants, which was the fashion at the time.......") shes gone, I (lie) to the guy, "my phone doesn't do that, but thanks,..........Abe"........while the crowd was lite, and I can understand not many vendors (I covered the 'stuff'), consumables??? I only saw a pizza truck, some kinda vodka-slushie kioske, and another generic-looking sammich thingie, but NO SHORTAGE of security carts running about, I mean, what, were they thinking this deal was gonna go all Atticca, there seemed like almost a guard for every 8 fans........