So it began, I score tickets to the Cotton Bowl in 2006, 50 dollars a pop, I had Christmas money so no big deal. Being an Oklahoma State fan second and an Auburn fan first, I thought that hanging out in Dallas for a day or two and going to the game would be a brilliant idea, my girlfriend at the time didn’t think that much about it but since I was paying she would go with the program.
The drive down from Stillwater, Ok was about as hectic as one could imagine. I have driven in most of the major cities in America, from Atlanta and Chicago to Los Angeles, St. Louis and beyond, and I never want to drive to Dallas ever again. Cruising down I-35 at a respectable 75 miles an hour, and being passed by Nebraska fans like we were sitting on the side of the road with our hood up was diconcerting to say the least. By the time we hit the outskirts of Dallas it felt like I was back in L.A., put your foot down hard on the accelerator, choose a lane, stay and pray. Okay enough about the drive. Blah blah blah, everyone is a nutcase driving.
Without too much incident we make it to the area in which our motel is located, less than a mile from the stadium, and while we are high-fiving each other for making such a wonderful selection for our lodging, we quickly realized that we needed to lock our car doors and focus on staring straight ahead. The drug dealers were out in force. Bad consequences averted, we pull into the gated motel, feeling better about our selves until my significant other informs me that the person at the desk thought she was a prostitute. I thought she was joking until we stepped into the room that we had previously reserved. There was a glitter-ball in the room, the only channel that actually worked on the television was a porn channel, (not cable porn mind you), and there was a black-lite installed in the room. Did I mention that we were going to the Cotton Bowl?
Okay, it was New Years Eve, surely we could find some entertainment. We found a quiet Mexican (read Tex-Mex) restaurant, had a couple of beers to supplement our caloric intake and went in search of a place that we could hang out for the New Year. We found a bar. We had fun… that was until the owner informed us that he was going to close the bar at 7pm for a private party. To make up for the inconvienence he basically gave us a sampler of the mosrt expensive liquors the house had to offer. NIce and toasty, we begin to look for a place to finish out the evening, but at 20 dollars a person to drink weak Champagne, we decided that the motel would be a better option.
And so now comes the moment for which you have all been waiting. Game Day. Parking 20 dollars… I anticipated that… below freezing temperatures? Not so much. I don’t recommend going to a bowl game at 11am on New Years Day, While the crowd attempted to be lively, the cold temperature deadened thier spirits turning the stadium in to a mausoleum, the only noticeable break in the silence was the chattering of teeth. But the sun finally came out, the offenses began to act as if they had woke up enough to play, and the crowd realized that if the got up moved around and cheered, for anything that happened on the field, they would warm up and the day would be so much more exciting.
That being said… Auburn won the game, and I will never try to do that again. Maybe I will try another game… but it will have to be further south.