The tickets came in the mail today, and I've discovered that I'm not really in the north endzone. More on top of it, really. And kinda to the side.
There are seven sections of temporary bleachers which you can see at the top of the seating chart; that's where I'll be--section 325. And no, I'm not renaming the blog. Section Three Hundred and Twenty-Five doesn't have quite the same ring.
This brings up a few questions:
1.) Binoculars or telescope?
2.) Will I fear for my life on a particularly gusty afternoon?
3.) Will the scoreboard sound system have me deaf by October? (I'll be unable to sleep on Saturday nights, Chuck Amato commericals ringing in my ears. "Hi, fans! When my Corvette needs an oil change, I take it to the good people at Jiffy Lube ... Jiffy Lube ... Jiffy Lube ... Jiffy Lube ... echo ... echo ..." )
4.) Do you now think less of me? I mean, if I can't donate at the "Spirit" level, what kind of fan am I? No "Strength," no "Courage," not even "Spirit"?
5.) I'm in row M. There's no row N, is there? I knew it.