The game, or "Miller Lite sucks"
So, Saturday, my friend Hale and I went to the Bears game. After a long and crowded ride on the Red Line, we stopped at Roosevelt station. This is about .25 miles from the stadium, and should have been a short walk. Due to the CPD closing and rerouting streets, however, we ended up walking about a mile to the stadium, surrounded by scalpers, beggars, and drunk people.
So, we get to the stadium, and look for the line for the Miller Lite Party Deck. Only to find that it's about 100 yards from the Party Deck, and 100 yards from the actual entrance we had to use, forming an equilateral triangle of suck. We waited in line for about 45 minutes, missing the opening and kickoff and first touchdown by the Bears. We get up to the booth where we turn in our vouchers for tickets and they begin to ask us marketing questions. So THIS is why it took us 45 minutes to move 45 feet. We stand there while they scan our IDs, ask us opinions on the Mille Lite Party Deck website (which I've never seen), how we got our tickets, etc, etc. Finally, I just reached over, grabbed my ticket, and told him to fill in whatever else he felt like. My friend did the same. When we looked back, they had just given up on the marketing data and were simply exchanging vouchers for tickets. (They also handed out schwag: a beer coozy and a magnet. Whoop.)
So, we get down to the entrance that we were told to use, and they direct us to a different entrance. We get to that entrance, only to have a woman make a fuss over getting frisked. Turns out, she had a knife on her. Luckily, she was escorted off the premise by the police officers standing near-by. We got past security, walked up the numerous ramps to the deck, and find that we can't see anything. All the spots on the deck that overlook the field were taken up. There were no seats with a view of the field. The beer line was longer up on the deck than down below. The beer and food cost the same price. The food was colder, due to it being cooked below and brought up. There was a lame DJ who played music over the announcer. There was a lame party deck 'MC' who gave out crappy shirts to girls who flirted with him, and to no one else.
My friend and I left in the middle of the 3rd quarter.
That said, it was cool to watch a professional football game live, instead of just on television. The crowd was excited and energetic. Rex Grossman was boo-ed for every mistake he made. I flirted with a cute guy who probably didn't realize it. Hale and I made fun of the copious douchebags and douchebaggery.
Then I went to the bar where I won the tickets and was bored. And that's my 'Guy goes to the Pro Football game' story.
So, we get to the stadium, and look for the line for the Miller Lite Party Deck. Only to find that it's about 100 yards from the Party Deck, and 100 yards from the actual entrance we had to use, forming an equilateral triangle of suck. We waited in line for about 45 minutes, missing the opening and kickoff and first touchdown by the Bears. We get up to the booth where we turn in our vouchers for tickets and they begin to ask us marketing questions. So THIS is why it took us 45 minutes to move 45 feet. We stand there while they scan our IDs, ask us opinions on the Mille Lite Party Deck website (which I've never seen), how we got our tickets, etc, etc. Finally, I just reached over, grabbed my ticket, and told him to fill in whatever else he felt like. My friend did the same. When we looked back, they had just given up on the marketing data and were simply exchanging vouchers for tickets. (They also handed out schwag: a beer coozy and a magnet. Whoop.)
So, we get down to the entrance that we were told to use, and they direct us to a different entrance. We get to that entrance, only to have a woman make a fuss over getting frisked. Turns out, she had a knife on her. Luckily, she was escorted off the premise by the police officers standing near-by. We got past security, walked up the numerous ramps to the deck, and find that we can't see anything. All the spots on the deck that overlook the field were taken up. There were no seats with a view of the field. The beer line was longer up on the deck than down below. The beer and food cost the same price. The food was colder, due to it being cooked below and brought up. There was a lame DJ who played music over the announcer. There was a lame party deck 'MC' who gave out crappy shirts to girls who flirted with him, and to no one else.
My friend and I left in the middle of the 3rd quarter.
That said, it was cool to watch a professional football game live, instead of just on television. The crowd was excited and energetic. Rex Grossman was boo-ed for every mistake he made. I flirted with a cute guy who probably didn't realize it. Hale and I made fun of the copious douchebags and douchebaggery.
Then I went to the bar where I won the tickets and was bored. And that's my 'Guy goes to the Pro Football game' story.