If You Had a Billion Jillion $$$, Where Would You Sit?
 

Just as the title says. You can afford to sit anywhere in the Superdome
for Saints games. While we're at it, dream a little about your weekend in New Orleans.

I'll start.

Im staying in the Terrace. Are you kidding? These people are nuts. My kind of people. We're the "bleacher bums" of the Dome. We're the
"Dog Pound" of the Dome. You just dont see us on tv.

I'd probably move down to the 500 section, so at least I'd have some buttroom. right next to the rail. I'd stay on our Girod St. side, where Hartley's FG went through.

If I had a billion jillion dollars, I would actually take 3 or 4 days off work.
I'd get a houseboat and float to New Orleans.

Umm... holding the clipboard on the sideline.

In my owner's box as I would purchase the team.

"If You Had a Billion Jillion $$$, Where Would You Sit?"

Any where I want! LOL

Since I have a billion jillion, I'm not selling!

On the f***cking fleur de lis, to quote our head coach, right in the centre of the action :P

Of course, if I had a billion, jillion, it would be fun to purchase the Falclowns then:

a) run them miserably into the ground (just for dano, I would trade my whole draft class for a punter in the first round!)

b) once the fanbase completely dries up (it wouldn't take more than a season or two with their fans), I would move the team to Gnome, Alaska.

I'd do exactly what the dude who has the seats next to me does. I'd have a block of seats in the rowdy terrace, way up with the rabble pounding on the metal walls, and then also a block of some posher seats lower down, and I'd sort of swap them around for different games of the season, depending on my mood or the opponent, and then each week I'd give the other ones I'm not using away to friends.

If I truly had a billion jillion dollars, I would probably spend at least a couple of jillion per season on overpriced food items at the game, instead of eating beforehand, since I can't afford it, and a LOT more on beers. In fact, I'd have my own personal beer guy in the flourescent vest -- each week I'd arrange to buy him an aisle seat on my row, another seat for his bucket, and I'd say, "sit here, pal, watch the game, pop me one whenever I'm ready and pass it down, and LET ME KEEP THE CAP!"

I'd sit in the owner's box of course, because I'd be the owner, and I'd pour beer on people's heads when they weren't looking and then LMAO.

I would sit where ever the party is, and the fine woman.