God, I hope they can't prosecute after 25 years. My friends lived on a pretty swanky golf course in south Florida. We were all about sixteen at the time. Ok now you know how old I am.
Back to the story. There was a PGA tournament going on and we were all working it. I was valet parking, some of my friends were caddying for local celebs, some were working the concessions, and some were in the restaurants. We had the place wired. The last day before the final round we were all bitching about how shitty the tips were and how all our bosses were being dicks about us being stoned at work. Just then one of us stood up and declared that we should rip off the tournament.
We didn't need much persuasion. Off we went in my friend's Delta 88 and its huge trunk. Six of us in the 88 and 5 guys in my other friend's yellow Celica. Armed with only crow bars, screwdrivers, and hunting knives we went out into the night. The concession booths were made of only plywood and locked with cheap hasp locks that peeled like burned sugar on creme brule'. The contents were something to behold: Chips of every variety, beef jerky, cookies, candy, every Coca-Cola product, and the capper .......BEER!!!!!!!! Heineken, Michelob, Bud, Miller, it was all there and cold. With a great deal of stealth and speed, we managed to clean out 3 of the 10 stands. The cars wouldn't hold any more. in addition we stole all of the big advertising signs from the grandstands. I had a 20 foot Heineken sign for a long time until my wife made me take it down.
We had a monumental party that night and all of us were late for work the next day. We were the talk of the tournament. They even thought about postponing for a day because of lack of signs and supplies. Later that night we threw an even bigger party to celebrate our felonius behavior. It was sick and legendary. I know one of the guys is a lawyer and one is a missionary. I wonder how everybody else turned out. I should write a screenplay about those two days.