It was a free offer, and the kids were invited, so I decided to set aside my prejudices and go for it.
The company I work for was a sponsor of the Monster Truck Jam that was coming to town, and as such, they had reserved a party suite at the stadium where the event was to be held. This was the only reason that I entertained the thought of going – that it would be somehow less offensive in a party suite. Still, I was unsure how it would go down with the kids.
My daughter was an easy sell. She, in fact, had seen commercials for the event on television and asked if we could go sometime. I was happy to be able to offer her the chance to go, and when I told her about it, she was overjoyed.
My son is much more like I am – not at all interested in professional sports, and in fact holding some disdain for the culture that follows them with the rabid attention of brainwashed zealots subscribing to the belief that the only important thing is to win win WIN! I was sure he’d have no interest in going. But I asked anyway.
“Any chance you’d be interested in going to the Monster Truck Jam?” I asked casually.
“Not likely,” came the reply from behind a book.
Since he’s 12 years old, I briefly entertained the idea of letting him sit this one out and stay home alone. However, there was one thing I knew would entice him, so I tried again:
“It’s in a party suite. There will be pizza.” I offered.
“Okay, I’m in,” he said, through the book.
In addition to the tickets to the event, my boss gave me some “party in the pit” passes to go down and see the trucks up close.
“You wanna go early and see the trucks?” I asked him.
“Don’t push it,” he replied.
We got to the stadium about 15 minutes before the event started, and the traffic jam surrounding the event started off the internal dialogue that ran the rest of the evening. The following are notes I took throughout the event: Read On