I have a rule question, but first a little background. I have two jobs, one being a football official in the Southland Conference and the other being a cosplay clown where I do skits nationally, specializing as an Auguste Clown.
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Recently my clown association received a call to fly to Pittsburgh to reenact Super Bowl XL for the three surviving members (the ones that didn’t take steroids) of the ‘70’s Steelers teams. Seems they are really into pantomime which isn’t really our schtick but I digress as apparently Bradshaw is the only one that can tell the difference and he just likes the cheap laughs and we do this every year. My clown buddies and I hop on the plane headed for Pittsburgh and after a much longer flight than expected we get off the plane and are greeted by someone wearing a Red’s Bar hat and an envelope stuffed with twenty $5 bills. Apparently he mistakes us for the actual game officials for some playoff game in Missoula, Montana (never let the Tramp Clown make your reservations) and they have been waiting our arrival. Given that we were about to receive double what we would have been paid for the Pittsburgh job, we said “we can do this” and off we went.
Late in the third quarter – maybe it was the fourth, we were hitting the schnapps at halftime – we’re looking forward to getting off the frozen tundra when suddenly the home team starts mounting a comeback. If you’ve ever worn clown shoes on the frozen tundra you know that those big, bulbous areas at the toes are just empty space with no insulation and I was beginning to lose all feeling in my big toe. And I’m sure you know that of all the toes, the big one is the most important one to an Auguste Clown, but I again digress.
So I get a call from the Hobo Clown in the booth – who at the time was making reservations to Moose Jaw for our return flight for a Strange Brew convention – who thought he saw something a few plays back and attempted to activate my joy buzzer. Luckily I had the remote-activated salted chocolate balls “snake can” in my pants as a backup in the event of a frozen actuator on the joy buzzer, and the salted chocolate balls device did work, albeit a couple plays after the perceived infraction. We decided to go back to mid-3rd quarter and marked the ball for Montana 2ND and 7, five yards deep in their own end zone, forgetting that the actual goal was to get off the frozen tundra to save my frozen big toe.
My question is, do we need to reimburse the Southland Conference for the expense of the schnapps (listed as Mo Club Go Juice on the Tramp Clown's expense report)?
