Seriously, I had two tickets on the 50 yard line.
Ten rows from the roof of the Superdome.
I went to college in New Orleans and my freshman year the Super Bowl (mis)matched the Dallas Cowboys (boo Dallas!) and the Denver Broncos (who had an adorable little pony mascot but not much else going for them, but, in any case, yay anyone other than Dallas!) My friend's father worked for one of the sporting equipment manufacturers and he had handfuls of tickets to give away. Back then the face value of Super Bowl tickets was... wait for it... $30. Yes that's three zero, not three zero zero or three zero zero zero or anything else -- just 3 dot 0 dot. Not only that, the halftime show in a big year might include Up With People (yeehah); the year I attended the halftime show featured the Canine Frisbee Throwing Championships.
So here I am ten rows from the top of the 70,000 seat Superdome, near the ceiling, where the aisles are narrow and the steps are steep. And there's a vendor guy holding a vendor tray trying to make his way up the steps to reach a customer and there's a bunch of people in his way and the vendor guy is saying: "Excuse me... excuse me..." and nobody's listening or moving out of his way. So after a few fruitless attempts to make his way through the scrum he begins shouting: "Watch out for the lady with the baby! Watch out for the lady with the baby!"
And a lady sitting behind me exclaims with disgust: "Imagine that! Bringing a baby to the Super Bowl! Imagine that!"
