If you were there, you were either a part of something magical, or watched the magic take shape. It started as a trickle, and culminated in a sea of bodies flowing past, through, and around the boundaries and guides that tried to maintain some semblance of order, only to yield to growing surge of excitement and anxiety. I feel sorry for fans who weren’t able to attend Wednesday’s emotional roller coaster, not just because of the rush to the south end, but because of everything else.
Wednesday night matches always seem to be tough on fans. Thankfully, my work situation is pretty darn flexible, so making it to a match during the week usually does not pose much of an issue for me.