One wonders what goes throught their collective heads as they fight over that ball. Don't they know there are plenty more in the store room they can play with?
I know I'll get creamed for saying this but I reckon Peter had the right idea. Stay in the stands and take some great shots (as he did) and let the boof-heads pound it out on the front lawn. I hope you didn't pay to get in there, Peter.
Now for something a bit more delicate, guys. Maybe a Sulfur Crested Cokatoo or a festoon of flowers for the more gentile members.
Ech! All that sweat. I think I'l go have a lie down.