Super Bowl Crashers

Where do I even begin....

The morning of February 4th, 2018. Super Bowl Sunday.

My girlfriend’s jobs have always had perks, and this particular year was no exception. She had been working for an experiential production company that was throwing some of the biggest parties of Super Bowl LII and had been going back and forth from LA to Minneapolis throughout the year prepping for these events. As a result, she was set up with an apartment right across the street from U.S. Bank stadium.

I decided to book a flight last minute to Minneapolis to party my ass off all weekend at the Super Bowl with a free place to crash and my name on a handful of guest lists to some of the hottest parties in town. I didn’t really care to buy a ticket to the game. I figured I’d have a good time regardless.

Sunday morning arrives - i start getting after it with some of my friends who are in town and going to the game. My girlfriend tells me that she was able to get field level credentials for herself thru work and she would see me after, essentially giving me the big fuck you after i had been free riding on her coat tails all weekend.

About a block away from the stadium, my girlfriends co worker tells me she has a separate paper ticket she bought so she could be with her boyfriend, and that i try to flash her credentials at the Gate to get in...if it works, i would have to give her the credentials back once inside and i would be on my own.

It worked. Flawless execution. My girlfriend looks at me and says “you’re on your own”. Running on electric adrenaline and a ton of booze, i feel invincible. I must have gotten kicked out of 10 different people’s seats and 4 sections before holing up on one of the cement steps that you take to your seat.

I didn’t care. I was inside.

I look up at one of the nearby boxes and i happen to see a friend from my hometown. With my phone on 1% i text him “yo look down. Get me in to that mother f’ing box”.

Phone dies.

I keep looking back at him until he finally sees me and gives me the thumbs up. With a dead phone and no way to charge it, it was up to me to find inside the suite section.

I snuck past a security guard to get into an elevator that led me to an escalator which led me to another security guard blocking the entrance to the suites.

To be honest I’m not sure what i said, but all i remember is being given a water, a phone charger, and being let inside the suite section. Done. Game over.

As soon as i had any juice i started poking my head in box after box, until i finally found my buddy.

He sees me, gives me credentials to the box (which i still have to this day) and next thing you know, I’m drinking for free and eating prime rib sandwiches with extra horseradish inside a fucking box! And i had no ticket...

Not only was i in a box, i was in the box right NEXT to the eagles owner AND B MOTHS FUCKIN COOP!

Icing on the cake....with 20 seconds left, as Tom Brady was making his last comeback drive, they kept showing the eagles owners box...and sure enough, there i am- on NATIONAL TELEVISION, drunkenly standing right in front of howie rosenbaum singing some ridiculous song wearing a green beanie.

Don’t believe me - check out my Instagram @instabilitay and find the video of me and Bradley Cooper high fiving each other after the eagles win it all.

A true rags to riches story. The year of the underdog.