Sunday's Big Game!

I volunteered to work at the Patriots verses the Chargers game with a group called something along the lines of Society for Advancement of Management, aka SAM. All SAM members were supposed to meet at the TACO (pronounced Tay Co not TACO :D) building.

I get there at the assigned time and no one was there. Two guys finally show up that I recognized from the SAM meeting and they said something about getting emails to meet at another lot. I hop in with them and we drive to the other lot where sure enough, one of our advisors were waiting. The others finally arrive and we pile 2 more people (guys meaning now I'm in a car full of guys, score!) into the car that I was in and we headed off. The guys of course were hungry so we thankfully stopped somewhere for brunch as it was nearing 2pm and thank goodness we did stop because we didn't end up eating until 9pm that night.

Our group has to get to the event 3-5 hours in advance just so the coordinators have a semi clue as to what is going on. My group was supposed to do ushering but we got stuck with ticket taking. The ticket lines were separated by male and female so we could see the gender ratio. I, of course, got the male express line (meaning no bags). I just love drunk guys! Hey baby! or Hey Darling or Hey Love etc. from them, but that was just the beginning.

After we chowed down we got re deployed out to work. This time we were separated. My new job was red line duty. What that means is that the stadium sells up to 5,000 standing room only tickets for about 50 bucks a pop. What a way to make money! So, there was certain areas they could not go, such as down the walkways and some walkways were created so seat ticket holders would have a place to walk. My job was to check those seat ticket holders' tickets and make sure nobody was on the wrong side of the line. That's when I got to experience drunk guys at a football game. Thankfully, I had a supervisor Mike with me pretty much the whole time so nothing too bad could happen.

Since the Patriots were so far ahead, people started pouring out during the 4th quarter and one of the guys from my group came to me. I do not know how to spell his name but this is how it sounds, Surall, and he is from Connecticut. Surall and I go down the huge ramps to where we had eaten to try to find our group. We of course were not supposed to go that way and we had to go back up the ramps to get to our final destination. However, everyone in the stadium were using these ramps to get out and we were like 2 fish going upstream. Surall leads the way and starts shouting, excuse me coming through (he most likely came from a big city because I do not think I would have thought to say that). We finally make it to where we need to be and find our group.

It was a great night and great learning experience, however, I didn't get to watch too much of the game, but I'm pretty sure we are are going to the game next week, I do not know if I am going to go since I didn't come home until 1:15am (someone dropped me off) and I had classes at 7:10am. We'll see how this goes!