My grandmother might call him a "cad". I call him a jackass. In this picture, my smile is not the most natural. See, in this picture, if Jim's hands had been two inches farther south...let's just say his writing career would have been o.v.e.r.
Moving on. Let's talk about the real reason I went. The tour. I took lots of pictures, with a real camera, so you could be there with me. (Seriously. People didn't bring cameras and took pictures with their cell phones. What's up with that?!)
The event was in the post-game interview room, where all the players go to talk about the game that everyone just watched. And that post-game interview room is right off the players' entrance to the field.
So, when I had to go to the bathroom, which is inevitable in any given situation, I went to the designated area for the bathrooms, and found it was right past the players' entrance to the field.
This is the view from where the players enter the field.
I accidentally got lost. Especially when there was no security at all getting through the doors to the field. The actual Cowboys field. I'm sorry but I just don't pass up an opportunity like this friends. I just don't.
At one point, I took a picture of another bathroom, not really knowing what the tour would look like, but it's very boring and plain so I won't post it here. You're welcome.
I had to take a picture of this because who knew there was a carpet store in the staduim?
Here is the view of the field from the press box. We were that important.
From there, we went to my favorite part of the whole place, with the exception of the field itself.
The luxury suites.
And finally, a good picture of my dad and I, hanging out in the locker room. Where all the cool people chill.
One final picture of me on the field.
This concludes your by proxy tour of the stadium. Have a nice day!
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