[Professor S]

I remember camping out fot Eagles playoff tickets a few years ago. There were over 10,000 people in that line and it was a festival atmosphere. It was cold, people chopped down trees to try and make fires and people working at the truck depots were throwing old wooden palates over fences for people to burn. Smart business people went out and bought cheesestaeks and sold them for $10 a piece to all those who waited and people eagerly paid for them. A Giants fan drove by and gave us the finger and he was rewarded by an endless barrage of beer cans and other garbage as he pulled away, tires squealing. I saw friends I hadn't seen in years and we talked, played Madden on a portable playstation and had a great time until well passed dawn the next day.

In the end we neve got tickets as there were under 2,000 available, but we knew that was going to happen, and that wasn't the point. It was about shared experience and a sense of community. It was a time I'll never forget and wouldn't ever give up.