AMIDST THE BLEACHER BUMS
I don’t get hyped up for a Supercross race. To me,
it is all old hat—been there, done that many times.
Most of my night is spent looking through the
viewfinder in my camera. I see very little. What I do
capture from my vantage point on the stadium floor
is a specific corner or jump. That’s it. I’m clueless
about the racing, except when the crowd erupts after
a pass for the lead or big crash. By then it’s often too
late to see what’s going on. That’s the sacrifice I pay
to be on the field with the sport’s elite.
Sitting in the bleachers offers a different
perspective. It’s like watching a race inside a fish
bowl. All of the action is easily seen, even though far
sections of the track require binoculars. It was
amazing to watch as Malcolm Stewart boosted off
the single jump and into the sand section (and later
in the night, when the jump bucked Malcolm over
the bars). Seeing Ryan Villopoto blitzkrieg down the
start straight and off the flyaway single was pure
insanity. The thousands of spectators around me
were equally enamored, evidenced by their pointing
and shouting. It was cool to be a part of a collective
group rather than stuck in solitary confinement on
the stadium floor. Or, worse yet, fighting boredom on
my couch at home.
Tip: Make friends with your fellow seat mates.
It will open a line of communication, and your friendliness will hopefully translate into good vibes. There’s
nothing worse than sitting next to an inconsiderate
idiot for three hours. It will ruin your experience, so
try to prevent any problems before they happen. If
that doesn’t work, then ask an usher to re-seat you.
Remember, you’re there to enjoy the show.
These guys had a fun night at the
races. Hopefully they were respectful
to their fellow bleacher bums.
The thrill of being in front of the
live action wasn’t enough for
these spectators. They needed
to document their experience.
Technology is inescapable.