Adventure Week: Saints

Sunday Bryant and I went to our first NFL game out here!

Bryant really wanted to go see the Broncos play at the Giants back in September, but those tickets were CRAZY expensive!!

So we went with our next and far cheaper option of the Saints at the Jets.

I love the Saints and DREW BREEEES so I was stoked.

(Please watch this video.)

(Then this one.)

So game day we had to tackle the huge obstacle of getting out to the Meadowlands in New Jersey.

We left our apartment at 10:30 am, got on the L train into Manhattan, transferred to the E to go Uptown, then got off at Penn Station. Once we arrived there, we had to stand in line for another half hour with all the other Jets/Saints fans to get tickets to ride the New Jersey Transit line from Penn Station to Seacaucus Junction, then transfer to the MetLife Service Line.

The train to Seacaucus left about every 10 minutes, and you don't know what track the next train is going to be on until 10 minutes before it departs. 

(Waiting in the main area made me super claustrophobic) 

 So much waiting, then rushing, then waiting in different lines, then trains.

We arrived at 12:50 pm, so 2 hours and 20 minutes to travel 14 miles.

Bry considered wearing his Peyton Manning shirt.
His mean wife wouldn't let him.

 Our seats!

(Lucky for me there were plenty of other Saints fans)

 You can see Rob Ryan and Sean Peyton on the sidelines.

The zillion calorie cheesesteak was ah-ma-zing

Bry kinda sorta cheered for the Saints.

There were probably five other Saints fans around us that were plenty obnoxious for us.

 The temperature was around 42 degrees. With the windchill it made it feel like 37.

BURRR.

 My wonderful, amazing DREW BREES.

 At this point, we knew the Saints were going to lose.

It was a sad moment for me.

While we were leaving the Stadium, I wanted one more picture.

I was photo-bombed by the security guard.

(Which is pretty funny to me.)

 Our train ride was pretty quiet considering all the Jets fans wanted to see their team go to 5-4 and my poor Saints drop to 6-2.

 I was not thrilled.

Bry was obviously indifferent.

Heading back to the city only took us one hour, so it was a much easier commute.

Since my Saints lost to the stupid Broncos last year (34-14. Yikes) when we were at the game, I'm officially retiring from cursing them.

WHO DAT!!