I went yesterday to see the Super Bowl hoopla at Moscone Center. The NFL had set up a huge staged exhibit that cost $35 a ticket.
Thousands poured inside.
I wasn’t among them. I’m not that kind of fan.
Prices have skyrocketed around this event to the point of shocking me.
For example, if you flew into San Francisco from Colorado or North Carolina on Saturday, stayed in an Airbnb for two nights, watched the game and left on Monday, it would cost you more than $7,000.
I suppose that’s nothing if you’re a millionaire, and I saw a lot of them yesterday.
It’s amazing what we’ll do for our favorite sport.
But the sight that was most extraordinary were the SWAT teams, the police presence, and the security agents roaming all over the area.
This couldn’t be the United States.
Yep, it was.
The security surrounding the Super Bowl rivals the stuff that happens when our president rolls into town for a fundraiser.
At one level you feel protected, but on another, it’s pretty darn scary.
I grew up in countries where heavily armed police, army tanks, and soldiers marched in and took possession of an entire city.
That was when there was a dictator running the country.
So what I witnessed yesterday sent shivers down my spine.