Despite the fact that it ended up being an epic game, I’m glad I didn’t go to the National Championship. One, it was simply too fucking expensive. Two, with the president coming in for it, it would undoubtedly become a bigger shit show than it normally would have been. And three, I simply fucking hate crowds.
Don’t get me wrong, I still tried to get tickets from a company give away, but with hopes of winning them, and flipping them for thousands of dollars, to which I could use to spend on some actual home improvements, that’s how much they would’ve commanded. But I had zero intention or interest of going to the National Championship despite the fact that it featured the hometown Georgia Bulldogs and was being played in the heart of College Football Mecca, here in Atlanta.
Crowds. Fuck that. I absolutely loathe crowds. I’ve been to two Wrestlemanias and have zero desire to go to another. I’ve been to Falcons games and Braves games, and I have little motivation to go to many more without good reason. It’s a miracle I still bother attending Dragon*Con and it’s nearly 70,000 attendees every year, although afterwards every time I go through a spell of saying I don’t want to do it again.
But the National Championship game? Short of Virginia Tech being in it, I can’t say that I’d want to go to one, even if it were literally within walking distance. Articles like this one justify all of the reasons why going would have been a terrible idea; from MARTA shitting the bed like expected at the extremely high volumes of attendees, from the presence of the president and the Secret Service adding 50 layers of security to an already abysmal situation, forcing people to wait literally hours outside in the dreary rainy conditions. Without question, I my day would’ve been ruined before even getting to my seat, which for many didn’t happen until the game had already kicked off.