Go Ducks

We finally got to go to a Ducks game, which turns out to be quite a process when you take the kids. We started the journey out on our bikes with Brandon towing the trailer. Both the girls were screaming so loud that we made quite a scene, even for Eugene. We rode our bikes to campus then walked about a mile across the bridge to the stadium. We could have paid the $5 it costs to take the shuttle that takes off basically from our doorstep, but where would the fun be in that?
By the time we got there and made it through the bag search the student section was already packed. Luckily we found our own family seating.
It was basically behind the student section, kind of close to a port-o-potty up against the fence. It was perfect for us because it had a great view of the mega-tron and some extra space for the chicklets to play.
This is what it looked like inside
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..and this is what our view looked like on the outside.

When we parked ourselves in this spot we had no idea how many other perks came with it.


It was an ideal spot for a halftime snooze.

There were also a lot of very interesting things to see. We just happened to be right where the police took the troublemakers before they gave them tickets and kicked them out.



I may or may not have strategically posed my child in front of drunken strangers so I could legitimately take a picture of them.

Brandon wanted me to get a picture of the guy in the fireman outfit so he would know what he should wear to the next game.


Daisy shows her disapproval of the guys waiting in what her daddy referred to as the "can line."
Since it was an afternoon game Rocky missed her nap and went a little cat crazy. It seemed like the longer we were there the more fun we were having.





Of course, the "duckies" as Rocky calls the team, won and we all had a lovely time.
The moral of the story is, if you are going to the next game, don't take your kids, but if you do, you'd better get there before we do because we've got dibs on that spot.

Post-game show