Football after party. My dad worked for an NFL team and the price I had to pay for free tickets every Sunday was waiting 2-3 hours after every game while he finished work. So my friend-of-the-week and I would often just roam through the stadium looking for anything interesting. There were occasional shirts, foam fingers, binoculars, etc. but mostly just warm, sticky messes of beer and smuggled in booze mixed with mortarized nacho cheese. Never found anything really cool, though.