I actually worked at Telstradome for a period last year, but I had never been to any kind of football game before in my life.
It was pretty cool. That said, it’s conceivable I only found it to be as such because I was half-tripping on mushies, something else I have never done before.
Absolutely true story: on our way to catch the tram going out, we passed a guy who tried to hit us for change. When we said no, he looked me straight in the eye and shouted “magic mushrooms!” before going back to reaming the coin dispensers on a bank of public phones.
~ assures me I was not visibly fucked up in any way at all.
But in retrospect… awesome!