Okay, so day two. This adventure was more slapstick than greatest hit. As my dad would say, "At least the ducks won"
Bless my dad. He knew how important it was to me to watch the duck game. He put up with walking around Oakland for 2 hours before we finally found a "sports bar" ended up being a night club that supplemented it's income during the day with football. It was in a huge warehouse with the noise decibel set at 30. There were 7 people in there and they stuck us in this tiny corner to watch the game. Could we hear it NO! First all you could hear was Rap and then they turned the music off to broadcast 1 game. They were showing 3. They wouldn't listen to us, till my dad explained it to them in business terms, "He Is The Man".
Anyways, only two things worked out this day. Ducks Winning and Oakland Raider Tickets!
Go Dad!
