Why We Go
When 20,000 people come together as one sweaty, screaming entity, it's a beautiful thing.
When the noise emitted from the collective jowl of this beast reaches a crescendo so loud you can't hear yourself think, well, that's just gorgeous.
And when the final horn sounds, and the entity erupts in a sound reminiscent of a planned demolition, well, I'm not sure there are words to describe it.
Slapping high-fives with strangers, chanting into the wee hours of the night …well, maybe that's all we need.
For a handful of hours, you sit next to people who you've never met, but you leave feeling like you've been through something nobody on the outside can relate to.
It's why we spend hard earned money to watch grown men play a game; it's why we don't even try to explain to people who don't get it why we go.
It's the shared experience.
That's what it's all about.
And it certainly helps when the home team wins.
