Sporting events and venues
skibum609
Massachusetts
Name the strangest place you have ever attended a sporting event in person. For me it was 12/13/1970 when I saw my first Boston patriots game live. You knew they were called that right? Of course the game was not in Boston; instead it was at Harvard Stadium in Cambridge with cement stands. 12" of unshoveled snow awaited us. It was another great Patriots season for the times as the 2-10 Patriots played the 10-2 Minnesota Vikings. 2-11 after the 35-14 beat down, with the only real entertainment was throwing snowballs at the police. Sitting outside in 25 degree weather with a brutal wind in a foot of snow on a cement seat for a few hours was no fun, but way more fun that trying to get up and walk, which was brutal. What I really remember is that there were about 6 stalls in the mens room and 100's of guys were just standing under the stands pissing where ever. As Boston sports venues were home of the urine trough it really was actually better than the urine trough in the men's room.
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We get to the event and parked in a huge grassy field where a few hundred college kids were tailgating. Of course there were lots of crazy beer drinking contraptions. The one I remember was these guys had a medium sized cooler on the hood of their car with a beer bong hose drilled through the side and a doorbell on top. Inside the cooler was full of beer and they had a bilge pump, like for getting water out of a boat, and it was wired to the car battery. When you pushed the doorbell this thing would shoot beer down your throat at probably 3 times the speed of a normal beer bong.
All we did was drink and do drugs all day - we never saw a single horse or even knew where the racetrack was. Afterwards we went to a nearby farm that belonged to one of our brother's family. We spent the night outdoors with lots of blankets and those sweet, innocent and very fucked up sorority girls. Giddy-up!!
I’m Rick James, bitch!
The 76ers were coming to play the Nets - and I got 4 tickets for me and my buddies. I think there was a ticket deal you could get from buying chocolate milk (it seems racist in retrospect). This was Dr J and Daryl Dawkins coming to destroy the Nets - so it was going to be something to watch.
My buddy had his fathers Plymouth Duster - and he just learned to drive. We got to the Brendan Byrne Arena - and it was not crowded. As we try to find our seats - we keep going up and up! We are in the last row beneath the scoreboard. When the buzzer sounded the first time - I nearly shit myself! It was so loud. We could still see some stuff - but barely.
At half time my buddy tries to get us down to the lower level - and we get lucky for about 2 minutes! We get to the lower level - and we see open seats - and it seems like a great spot. But my buddy wants to get right down on court. So we get down there - we’re standing a few feet from Daryl Dawkins just staring at the dude. A guard sees us and knows we don’t belong - asks us for our tickets - and sends us back to the scoreboard.
I will still remember seeing both Dr J and Chocolate Thunder on court. That was a pretty impressive team!
The first season they had no air conditioning because they built the building on the cheap. The Twins were awful that year and it felt like sitting in a sauna watching a ball game there.
Funny - but I wouldn't be surprised - racism is being used against America as a sledgehammer in order to get it to submit and thus give an opening to a woke Marxist movement.