How can one even possibly put into words the sights, sounds, experiences, dreams, hopes, fears, gasps, chants, smiles, tears, and memories all swirled about in a flurry of red, white and blue confetti raining down from the top of the Cardinal stadium on Super Bowl Sunday?
One can’t.
But for the sake of reliving the incredible day I had yesterday, I’ll try.
I still can’t believe I was there. I woke up this morning and wanted to pinch myself after having the most vivid, realistic-feeling dream that I was at Super Bowl XLII yesterday.
The pinching wouldn’t have hurt much; I was already feeling aches and soreness from my head to my feet. After standing for 9 hours straight (excluding a quick 10 minute bus ride from Cricket Pavilion to the University of Phoenix Stadium) I was more than ready to fall asleep for a long, long time.
And so my "dream" of being at the Super Bowl Sunday began.
I was assigned the job of taking tickets at the entrance with three of my friends from school. At first I thought this job was the worst one I could possibly get, but then I realized directing traffic or being placed away from the Super Bowl stadium would have been far worse. I got to see the odd assortment of fans bustling in from all over the nation (and in some cases, the world) into University of Phoenix Stadium.
I got to be an expert at instantly picking out counterfeit tickets (to the heartbreaking realization of the ticket holders). I got to hang out with Super Bowl security, and laugh at all the ridiculous, far-fetched conspiracies of people vying to get past us, and into the game.
After many long, weary hours of standing, scanning, and ripping off ticket stubs (this too, broke many a fan’s heart), our group of ticket takers was on break for dinner (and, luckily, the rest of the night).
We headed through the NFL Experience; an eight-million dollar tailgate extravaganza, containing NFL stores, a card memorabilia museum, stages, interactive games, life-sized football figurines of every team in the league, food booths, lounge areas to watch TV on large screens, and fake cactus gardens. After living in Arizona for a couple years, I really got a kick out of the faux cacti.
Dinner for NFL employees (this was right after Tom Petty sang “Free Fallin'” during the half time performance) consisted of chicken, beans, tortillas, salad, other Mexican dishes, and delicious sugary cinnamon churros.
Wait, we’re getting paid for this?
After dinner, our group wandered around the NFL Experience. There wasn’t a fan to be seen since everyone was inside the arena, watching the third quarter of the game. We took this opportunity to jump over every fence, squeeze in between gates, and duck under ropes to goof around with all the fun obstacle courses.
There were stages we climbed up on, a news reporting station we pretended to be commentators for, green turf mini-fields we ran across, and after diddling around with other exhibits, we fell exhaustedly on big foam cushions in the middle of the Gatorade obstacle course, and watched the remaining three minutes of the Giants/Patriots showdown.
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curtis lyons about 1 year ago
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Smith J. Howard about 1 year ago
Not fair. How'd you get this gig anyways? And did they let you keep the jacket? ...talk about a keep-sake. I can't even describe how jealous this article makes me. Good work Tori.
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Michael Whittenberg about 1 year ago
WOW!You lucky SOB.
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Nino Colla about 1 year ago
Now that's great stuff. It sucks you didn't get to see the game, but I'm sure the experience was worth it. Way to be a rebel and sneak into the seats though, can't imagine the feeling being there but not seeing at least some of the celebration on the field.
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Tomas Stella Brim about 1 year ago
Look at all these douchebags suckin up to Tori... yeah she may be a SOMEWHAT hot chick... but who gives a fuck
Yay, you went to the Super Bowl, so did 100,000 other fuckin people
Yawn
So the fuck what
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