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"I don't know what to do! If I'd known today was going to go to s---, I think I would've planned this out a little better!"
That was what I said to my dad at 1 p.m. Sunday after exhausting 2+ hours and giving up on trying to get inside the Georgia Dome.
From where I am in North Carolina, it's about a 5.5-6 hour drive to the Georgia Dome. It's not too bad, but it's not fun.
I had been looking forward to yesterday for several weeks. I've never met Dave or Alex in person, so yesterday was going to be my opportunity to do it. My birthday is in three days, and my dad's birthday is in a month. What better way to celebrate than to come to Atlanta, meet a bunch of readers of this great site, and have a blast watching my favorite team!
I promised everyone who was interested that I would be at Falcons' Landing to meet with Jeanna and Alex and any readers that wanted to gather there, and I failed to show up.
For that, I am truly sorry.
From the moment I arrived in Atlanta, things started to go south. A huge misunderstanding amplified 100 times left my dad and I without a way to get into the Dome. I arrived at the Dome at 11, more than enough time to meet everyone, have a good chat, and go watch the ball game, right?
Unfortunately, that was not the case.
A quick solution for tickets was reached, or so I thought. Long story short, I went to Will Call about 7 different times with no luck, wandered about Falcons' Landing for something that didn't exist, and didn't learn the location of my tickets until 1:30, a time when life on Sunday had already thoroughly knocked me out.
I even had one jackwagon ask me, "Do you know which way the Dome is?" as my dad and I walked away from the Dome, which was also the opposite direction of everyone else there. I wasn't sure whether to grab him and punch him with the fury of 1000 Falcons or ask him, "Do you know what time the game starts?" (It was 1:20 at the time) I settled for neither option.
I'm the kind of guy that gets visibly frustrated when someone says they'll do something or be somewhere and then they don't show up. It bothers me that people could commit to something and then not hold up their end of the deal. So imagine my frustration slowly rising as I'm dealing with an issue that ended up having little-to-no answer while knowing that the time to meet people was slowly fading.
I ended up just starting the drive home at 1:30 in a wake of complete misery knowing that just about everything south of me dying and my dad's car exploding went wrong yesterday, coupled with the fact that my reward was a 6 hour drive home, saved only by the fact that I couldn't help but listen to the Falcons' game on the radio. I was so sick about yesterday I almost couldn't bring myself to listen to the game on the ride home because everything went so poorly, I didn't want to think about it.
I'm not blaming anyone. It was just a series of really unfortunate events that lined up in the wrong way. No one could've known the problems, it just so happened to fall all on me, the guy who spent 6 hours on the road for almost literally nothing, and then spent another 6 hours on the road as a reward for literally nothing.
I just want to apologize to you all for not being there. It bothered me so much as time slowly ticked away while I was looking for the tickets. I hope Jeanna took good care of any of you that showed up. The writers here may try again to get to a game this year. Hopefully this time it'll be one we can all experience.