Around the Hell Gates Arena, the crowd was fucking insane. Seriously, even for a huge event, the amount of people packed around the place was ridiculous.
You had these shitty ticket scalpers screaming their heads off, hiking up the prices every single hour. Some of those tickets were selling for so much money you could probably feed a whole family for months with the profit. Then you had the street vendors everywhere, selling fake jerseys and banners of Nash, Seth, or the Baby-Boom girls, depending on who the hell the customer was rooting for.
The lines to get inside were hundreds of meters long. The whole crowd felt like it was vibrating with electricity, people were singing, screaming names, and cheering like crazy every time someone who looked vaguely like a famous player walked by.
Inside the stands, the place was already packed even though the game hadn't started. A few familiar faces were scattered in the crowd.
