Time for some more random stuff. This is less of my own
prose (don’t act so crushed) and more random stuff I’ve observed that I thought
were humorous, but not really enough for their own posts. Away we go!
For those of you who didn’t know/don’t remember, I went to
the Giants/Steelers game in NYC for my birthday last year. Not much to report
stadium wise since all football stadiums are hulking structures devoid of
character.
Outside the stadium.
The Rog, presumably seeking more people to protect the Shield.
This place is large.
National Anthem.
Now it's full!
Our prayer circle for the evening.
Unfortunately, I did not take any photos of food. As
evidenced in the post from Marlins Park, sometimes I get too hungry and forgot
to document my gorging before it begins. However, I did have a nice roast pork
sandwich, and it was tasty. Instead here are a few things from the game:
First, it was a 4PM game and we arrived early. There was a
place to see scores of the early games, but stadiums really should be providing
live feeds of all the games. They have the screens and technology, and it’s
annoying enough to be at the stadium instead of home or at a bar. They need to
make the fan experience better. Worst part: one large screen kept replaying
highlights from the previous Super Bowl. You know, the one where the Giants
beat the Patriots. I was cringing for about an hour until we went to our seats.
Quote from a Giants fan: “Our fans are everywhere. We pop
out of the sewer.” Yes, yes you do.
Prayer circles: this is the phenomenon where players gather
together at midfield and pray when someone is legitimately injured. I’ve always
found these fascinating, because how do they occur? Is it organic? Does a
pastor come out to organize it? Does one showy player (looking at you Ray Ray)
ostentatiously get everyone together? Well, while one circle is too small a
sample size to definitively conclude, the one during this game was organic.
Last note: Beer sales stopped at half time. Seriously?! I
know that old Giants Stadium was subject to a lawsuit after an over served fan
crashed and caused fatalities, but halftime seems a little early. I had to
scramble to find someone to sell me a beer at the beginning of the 3rd
quarter. I did not expect that. Then again, from my experiences in baseball
stadiums, aside from being cheaper, most stadiums away from the Northeast are
far laxer with the alcohol policies. While I’ll write them up later, St. Louis
and Milwaukee were two of the drunkest stadiums I’ve ever been to. Just food
for thought.
Since this was supposed to be a potpourri, I feel compelled
to share something else. I didn’t shave for about 6-7 weeks before the Bar. I
looked homeless. The upside: I had a wicked ‘stache. Direct quote:
“Your mustache puts Tom Selleck to shame”
Lastly, globalization has touched us all. When visiting
rural China in January, I was taking a cab one night. It was silent, and we
were in the country. Suddenly, the driver’s cell phone rings. Music begins. It
sounds vaguely familiar. Is it… wait… yea. Gangnam Style. Of course. Also, I
taught the future spouse of the blog the word ‘douchebag.’ She now employs it
frequently. I’m proud of that.
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