There was a field trip during elementary school where all the third graders, myself included, went rollerblading around the Metrodome (my state's official football field, now demolished). I didn't know how to Rollerblade. At all. I just hung on the wall. About a quarter of the way around, I had to pee. I wasn't allowed to turn around, the dome was a little more than a mile in circumference, and only one bathroom was open. I had to slowly drag myself 7/8 of a mile on rollerblades that I didn't know how to use just so I could pee. I had to endure about an hour of searing bladder pain. This is another reason I hate football.