Given that the seats are nice and cheap now, I think I’ll take my kids to the Niners game on New Year’s Eve when I’ll be in the area visiting family. I grew up in Nova so I’ve been to probably dozens of games, but since getting married and starting a family down south, not only have my kids inherited my burdensome fan hood, but to make matters worse, have never had the pleasure of seeing them lose in person.
I’ve been to plenty of games in the 400 level, which have perfectly fine visibility, but are incredibly far away. I like the idea of being down close to the field, but have realized a few times that you really don’t get a great view of the whole action from down there.
And believe me, I have at least twice have sat in the ridiculous obstructed view seats, that I think are tucked way up underneath the back rows of the 300 level. Dog shit, Doodoo. Although one of those times was the Monday night football game against the Giants what seems to be about 10 years ago where we got crushed like 45-7 and it rained and was freezing so I actually lucked out and stayed dry.
So please Spare me the answer that the best seat is no seat, ha ha, yes I get it, does anyone have some good input? Maybe the answer is simply club level, but not only are those rarely available on the secondary market, but I’m not paying 900 bucks to watch us get spanked by the Niners just for the experience. But I’ll pay 300 to witness proper ass kicking! For the kids, ya know? HTTR
I got coerced into attending the Youth Rally preceding Jerry Falwell’s “Washington for Jesus” rally on the mall. For two weeks they prayed we would be blessed with perfect weather. Sat in unprotected seats in RFK stadium, where the collected water from upstairs poured over us for three hours. They kicked the event off by thanking God for caring about us so much, it had baptized us with its Holy Water from above—forgetting they had been praying for a rain-free event for the previous 2 weeks. I was ready to leave after those remarks, but had to stay until the end so my date could see the closing act, the favorite of all the kiddies for Jesus, the 700 Club-approved Oak Ridge Boys. Later, I learned that the reason God had pissed on us for three hours, was because the pastor at my date’s local church, who had school bussed us in to see “Aquatic Aerobics for Jesus”, had earlier also screwed my date, gotten her pregnant and coerced her into having an abortion. Charming pastor, eh?