Or so says the Radio ad for the Monster Jam. My brother and I took Ethan to the Monster Jam on Saturday night at the Alamodome. If you know much about my son, then you also know that loud noises terrify him and here I was taking him to the MONSTER JAM. To add to the potential disaster of this particular night, I managed to procure tickets that were about 50 yd line and only 4 rows back. That’s right, we were right in the middle of the chaos.
Given our propensity for disaster, I figured we’d get squished by a bouncing monster truck tire or perish in some other equally dramatic fashion. Somehow we made it out alive.
In preparation for the Saturday, I borrowed 3 sets of hearing protectors from my dad and ensured Ethan that it would be loud, but there would be nothing to worry about. We parked at Rivercenter Mall, a good mile walk from the dome and started walking with the hordes of people also headed that direction. It was cold and I ended up carrying Ethan the entire way. Partially because I didn’t want him to end up as someone’s hood ornament and also because I don’t really mind carrying him around. Pretty soon he’ll be too big for me to carry so I’ve gotta take advantage now.
Once we got up to the entrance, we stood in one of the ridiculous lines and finally made our way inside. Our section was just around the corner and we got seated in preparation for the madness. Armed with hearing protectors and a healthy fear, I could tell that Ethan wasn’t really eager to be there. The first truck zoomed out of the hallway and Ethan about jumped into my lap. I looked down at him and he mouthed the words “Alright Dad, I’m ready to go.”
He remained curled up in my lap for the first 15 or so minutes of the show as he quietly observed what was going on and kept telling me it was time for us to leave. On one hand I felt bad for “forcing” him to endure this, but on the other hand I knew he was going to come out of it with a big smile. I was right, but we’ll get to that in a minute.
The first part of the “Jam” was an actual racing bracket where the trucks did time trials around the outer circle of the course. This part was largely boring for him as the drivers were very conservative and were aiming for the fastest time and not the biggest air. In the end Predator was crowned the victor and it was time for intermission.
During intermission they cleaned up the course and brought out a ramp for some Motocross drivers to jump off. They spent a good 20-30 minutes doing various tricks (including the infamous backflip) off the ramp and Ethan was really jazzed about that one.
Last up was the Freestyle competition for the trucks. Each truck had 90 seconds to put together their best run. Excitement was in the air and Ethan was no longer curled up and cowering. Instead, he was standing on his chair screaming at the trucks.
Truck after truck made huge jumps with each subsequent run pushing the limit of what was sane. When the dust had settled, Grave Digger had emerged with the day’s top run. I could hear Ethan screaming in his best metal voice “GRAVE DIGGER”. It was hilarious and awesome all at the same time.
When the show was over, we stopped and bought a Grave Digger pennant and headed for the exit. It took us 45 minutes to make it out of the building and back to the car. Then it took another hour back out of the parking spot and another 20 or so minutes to get out of the garage. We didn’t arrive home until nearly 1 in the morning. He’d long been asleep in the back seat, but he’s still telling stories of the show so I know he had a blast. I’ve got tons of pictures and video from the event that I am going to post as soon as I get it all uploaded.
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