You stand there for a century, breathing in the body odor and carbon dioxide generated by a thousand poorly-groomed strangers. You spend $4 on warm water. Your back and feet are infuriated with you, trying to speak reason, "We're getting too old for this." But you won't listen. The stranger next to you uses more cuss words in a single sentence than you've ever used in your life, probably. They spill their beer on your shoe. No apology, not even eye contact. Just an elbow in your ribs later as icing on the cake.
You begin to wonder, Why am I here again?
But then, at long last, it begins. And for a few hours, nothing else matters in the world.