This past week I made the trip (for the second year in a row) to watch the New York Jets take on the Tennessee Titans. Last year it was a Music City Massacre. I was on the field as Mark Sanchez submitted his second worst performance ever (which is saying a lot).
Would it be better this time around? This time around, my trip revolved around Honky Tonk bars, eating an ungodly amount of championship winning Hot Chicken and experiencing life in the nosebleeds.
Broadway is the main downtown strip, littered with Honky Tonk bars playing all the music I don’t want to hear, everything from country music to Nelly.
While I may not share NAshville’s taste in music, I do appreciate their party environment (you can walk around with booze in plastic cups). I spent most of my time at the trailer park themed “Paradise Bar”, where the Sunday special is two-for-one pitchers. With a place like this, you don’t really need to tail gate in the parking lot.
It was a 10 minute walk to L P Field and pretty scenic as you had to cross the Cumberland River. I give Nashville a B on their pre game amenities. For some reason this stadium has an old-timey village theme. It’s the only noticeable feature in a pretty non descript stadium.
On the field, it was Vlad DuCasse ugly for the Jets. At one point I fell asleep and woke up and Ryan Fitzpatrick threw a touchdown. I didn’t know if that really happened, if I was having a nightmare or if I had just suffered a massive stroke.
I settled for an extra tendon-y turkey leg that managed to be dry and greasy at the same (damn) time. It made me long for a time when I hadn’t eaten that turkey leg.
This was probably the billionth time that I’ve been let down by stadium food.
Join me next week in my current home town of Atlanta, when the Jets take on the Falcons on Monday Night Football.