Going to
the Cowboys is not football in this
family, it's a
religion. It's not about says it for the
family brought here by Fred Ferguson, who
has his hands full this weekend.
They're not only into this, they've got
their own printed maps of how to go
anywhere and have 16 of us,
16 of you.
We're trying to get loans in, but no
good.
Ferguson is only half kidding because for
his clan of 16, he has only
14 tickets, daughter in law,
and is holding the bag.
And you do not have tickets in your
purse.
I have some.
Not enough. I ordered them through
somebody in New York and he's supposed to
meet me with tickets.
So and Patrick and Sean got
sent on the search for two more Super
Bowl tickets and a place to park on
Sunday, and the lady at the hotel said
it's on the north side.
So I don't know.
I don't even hate straight
tree.
All right. Everything's finally
on the road. With Rent-A-Car maps in
hand, the Fergusons navigate down to the
Georgia Dome in search of a parking
pass. So now let's go
get the closest available
on the arena where
the arena. And they really feel that at
one hundred dollars, a one hundred dollar
parking pass in hand, the Fergusons hit
the phones in search of a broker with
the two game tickets.
They need no luck on the
first try.
So all we can do is wait.
A short stroll passed dozens of street
vendors. Later, they hit the phones
again.
Maybe I should try to find another phone
to call you back.
And so it went all afternoon.
And then the last rejection at
the souvenir stand, they don't
have that sweatshirt here.