Slade or Cade

Poor guys.

Slade and Cade.

There's no way that's their name, dude.

Well, it was rain delay on a Saturday in Texas playing Oregon State when two old boys thought they'd give it a run.

Well, they jumped out from their stadium seats and fell to turf beneath their feet and flip-flops moving at 100 miles an hour.

Well, they got to that old double T, looked up and saw security, about 50 head running like an angry mob.

Well, it was a big old human tug-of-war, but security dragged him to the floor and threw him in cuffs laying on his face.

They rushed the Jones.

They rushed the Jones.

They rushed the Jones.

Holy good by God, they rushed the Jones.

They were running from those loving cops, tripping with no shoes and socks, and had a face down on the turf inside the Jones.