From what I could tell, it happens 0% of the time that I was in attendance, and probably 100% of the time when I am not – at least that’s what my most recent studies have shown. Embedded journalism at it’s finest.
One thing is for sure, I walked from Jack London Square, to the Twelfth street BART station – bursting with Raiders fans – attended the game, and got back to my hotel safe and sound all while wearing a Walter Payton jersey and draped in an enormous shroud of orange and blue fleece emblazoned with the menacing bear logo – snapping pictures every ten feet or so like the tourist I am – and i live to this day to tell you about it.
Although, had i gotten stabbed – you could place the blame squarely on my aunt Debi for making me such a comfortable item to parade around with. So i guess i should thank her for the lack of pneumonia. Thanks!
and now, a short video for you to enjoy.
with any luck, i’ll have another highlight video to follow.
