You'd think it was a plot to keep the visiting team's fans from supporting their school. Your revenge? Beating Navy 68-67.
Let's just say, hypothetically, that you were an American University basketball fan trying to attend last night's Patriot League game against Navy in Annapolis. You round up your posse, and head out on Route 50 East. With the help of Mapquest and GPS, you find the Naval Academy and try to enter one of the gates of the "campus." But you're told that only vehicles with Department of Defense decals can enter. You're informed that you have two choices:
Option 1-- to use public parking in the city of Annapolis, come in through the visitors' entrance of the Academy, and walk about another mile to Alumni Hall where the game is, or
Option 2-- go to Navy-Marine Corps Memorial Stadium parking lot, pay $5 for parking, and take a free shuttle bus back onto the Academy.
Fortunately, you allowed some extra time. So you find the stadium, pay your $5, hop on the shuttle bus, and get dumped off in front of Alumni Hall where the home games are played. It's a week-night game and your decision to come was on the spur of the moment, so you didn't buy tickets in advance. You walk up to the ticket booth, ask for 4 adults (at $8 a pop) and set your credit card on the counter.
"Sorry sir, we only take cash."
(None of your posse has more than $5 in their pockets.)
"No problem, just point me toward the ATM."
"Sorry sir, there's no ATM here."
"Okay, where's the nearest one?"
"It's in Dalhgren Hall."
(This is about a half mile, back the way you would have come from the visitors' entrance.)
You can hear the National Anthem ending now and the game starting.
You select an unlucky "stuckee" who sets off for Dahlgren Hall at a jog. You listen in agony as you hear the noise of the crowd and listen to the announcer describe the game see-sawing back and forth. Garrison Carr is putting up three-pointers like lay-ups, but you can't see a thing.
Stuckee returns winded, 15 minutes later, with the cash.
You get your tix, finally, and enter what is a nice venue. It's well into the first half. There don't appear to be ushers to direct you to general admission, only lots of paper signs telling you where you can't sit. You ignore the signs, sneak into where the AU fans are congregated, and watch an exciting Division 1 (albeit mid-major) basketball game. You see David Robinson's number 50 jersey hanging from the rafters. You wonder why American didn't send any cheerleaders to what is essentially a cross-beltway game.
If you were, hypothetically, an American fan, your best revenge for all this frustration is beating Navy 68-67. read more