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I have never seen so many people in my entire life.
Usually, when people make a statement like that, they're stretching the truth a bit to make the story more interesting.
This time, I'm not.
When I went to hear Kenny Chesney sing at Papa John's Cardinal Stadium in Louisville a few weeks ago, I expected to see thousands of people acting crazy, drinking a bit too much and some wild dancing to loud country music.
Well, I did see all that, and more.
On the way to the stadium, it took us an hour and a half to drive 12 miles. It would take us another hour and a half to leave the parking lot after the concert ended at 11 p.m.
When we finally pulled into the stadium's parking lot at about 3 p.m., we were met by thousands - and thousands - of college-aged people grilling hot dogs, throwing footballs and drinking lots and lots of beer.
So far, the event met my expectations, except for the large mass of people.
While walking to the stadium from our parking space - which was very, very far away - we saw that the line for the outdoor restroom was already extremely long. So long, in fact, that we saw a person just decide to use the restroom in front of everyone, right beside the restrooms and that long, long line.
This was new. I hadn't expected that.
We continued on and after about 30 minutes, we finally made it to the stadium entrance. We took our seats just before the first act, Lady Antebellum, started playing their set at about 4 p.m.
I was excited to see them, Miranda Lambert, Kenny, of course, and my favorite band of all time - Sugarland.
But my excitement quickly wilted as the sun got hotter and hotter. Since the concert was outdoors, you either got lucky and sat on the side with the shade or got baked on the side with the sun.
You guessed it, we got the side with the sun. For weeks after the concert, I had a badly sunburned face and arms.
The concert was good ... until a fight broke out just a few rows behind our seats.
A man and woman - who I'm guessing were at the concert together - had gotten into an argument that turned physical. The police were called and we saw the woman dragged away in those plastic tie handcuffs.
Everyone around me stopped taking pictures of Kenny Chesney and focused their cameras on the extremely drunk woman. By the way, her male friend slept for the rest of the concert. Again, something new.
All in all, the concert was great. But it sure was an adventure.
It made me wonder, though ... am I getting too old for this?
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On a completely different note, this year's Relay for Life ceremonies were definitely something our community can brag about.
Organizers deserve a pat on the back for their efforts. Though donations were down, spirits were definitely up.
That was obvious when cancer survivors each got their survivor medal and told the crowd how many years they had been cancer-free.
It was also evident by the work that went into booths, games, food preparation and opening ceremonies.
We all have likely had our lives touched by cancer. We can all share our stories, some with less than happy endings and even more with hope for the future.
But with events like Relay, those whose lives that have been touched by cancer can realize they aren't - and won't ever be - alone.