I should probably have mentioned what the purpose was of this pilgrimage to New York. And although I have to say that for myself, the journey was much more entertaining and rewarding than the final destination….try telling that to a fourteen year old who is on his way to WrestleMania. Also, try telling him that WWE Wrestling isn’t 100% real….those conversations don’t go to well…or rather they go round and round in circles, until I give up and hope this fanatic fascination is just a phase (and that it ends soon).
And so, I graciously said, ‘No, don’t worry about me. You guys go…I’m sure I can find ‘something’ to do in NYC’. So the boys headed to Metlife Stadium, without me. You can imagine my waves of disappointment and the crocodile tears I cried (kidding). I prepared them as best I could – tickets in hand, pocket hand warmers, toques, gloves, jackets, etc. Because who thought it was a good idea to have a show at an outdoor arena in the beginning of April in the NorthEast? The entire week prior to the show we kept an eye on the weather forecast. At one point it said 38 degrees, but feels like 34 degrees. Umm, not even the flames shooting from the stage are going to keep you warm in those temperatures.
But, the weather warmed up a little bit, it only kind of rained on them, and surprisingly the flames shooting from the stage did create a little warmth (and possibly singed some eyebrows). The crowds cheered and heckled as the matches began, one after another, and crowd favorites The Undertaker, The Rock, John Cena, etc. made their way into the ring and battled a completely fair and in no way staged fight.
But, although not my cup of tea, there must be something special happening that attracts over 75,000 people to sit in the cold, bring their own homemade signs, scream their voices out and watch grown men battle in shortie shorts.
Adventures On the Road 