COMMENTARY | This
past Tuesday, April 1st, the St. Louis Blues faced off against the
Philadelphia Flyers and I decided to conduct a little experiment during the
game. I was there with my sister and partner in crime; we had glass level
seating and all-access to the Blue Note Lounge. We have never come across a
Scottrade employee that has been rude, unkind or unwilling to go the extra mile
for our comfort and enjoyment of the game. I gave three young men tickets to
the game as well. Their seats were located in the upper bowl of Scottrade
Center . They were dressed like
typical young guys; clean clothes, baseball caps turned backward, clean cut
albeit a little loud and somewhat rough around the edges.
Kristy and I arrived first and enjoyed a nice meal in the
Blue Note Lounge. The guys arrived with the general admission when the gates
opened at 6:00 p.m. We met up near
the Lounge entrance and I watched usher and security reaction to the guys. Security
guards remained close and ushers seemed to guard their areas with extra
caution. This to me was interesting because I have been able to move freely
around the concourse and club sections of the Scottrade
Center without feeling as if I were
under surveillance or would be barred from certain areas. The guys tried to
enter the club level and were immediately barred by the usher. The usher went
so far as to physically put his hands on one of the guys. Prior to the start of
the game, I invited the guys down to the glass level seating to watch the
players warm up before the start of the game. As they enjoyed being so close to
the ice, I observed the reactions of those around us. The ushers were friendly
and helpful to Kristy and me; however, they kept a close watch on the three
guys.
The "Guys" enjoying the game! |
We parted company after the warm-ups, the guys made their
way to their upper bowl seats while I once again enjoyed the amenities of the
Blue Note Lounge. I stopped and spoke to our usher, a very nice gentleman who
had just had hip replacement surgery. Kristy came through a different section
to get to our seats and was met with helpful and friendly ushers and event
security. After enjoying the first period, we all met up again and I had
another experiment to try. The game day photographers who snap photos of the
fans and hock their wares have a green screen set up where fans can be placed
in the locker room or at ice level wearing quirky jerseys and holding beat-up
hockey sticks. Kristy and I have had this done before simply for the fun of it.
The photographers at the green screen have always been quite funny and
easy-going. When we arrived with the three guys in tow there was an immediate
shift in the attitudes of the workers. I noticed it immediately as did Kristy. This
being the first game for all the guys, they did not know anything was amiss.
After getting the photos taken and hearing the sales speech that is always
given, one of the photographers became absolutely irate with one of the guys
who snapped a picture of the photos that was on the screen for us to look at. Rather
than explain to him that it was not allowed, the photographer started yelling
at all three of the guys. I will point out that there are absolutely no signs
posted that states taking pictures of the photos on the screen is prohibited.
Kristy and I walked away unscathed and finding the situation very amusing.
After leaving the green screen area and the rather irritated
photographer, I noticed that a security guard was following us as we made our
way through the crowd towards the Blue Note Lounge. We parted ways again; the
guys back to their seats and Kristy to the Lounge while I headed back to my
seat. This time I went through a different section to see if I would get
stopped trying to go down to the glass seats. The usher, a smiling, older
woman, let me walk right past her without looking at my ticket or questioning
where I was going. I walked back to my seats to find an interloper parked
there. After telling the enthusiastic fan that he was in my seat, a security
guard came up and asked me if I were experiencing a problem. I told him the
other person was just a little lost. The security guard told me that if I
needed anything, just find him and he would be happy to help. An interesting
note is that the security guard allowed the interloper to remain down at glass
seats even though he was bragging that his seats were “way up there”.
With about ten minutes left in the game I sent a text
message to the guys and told them that there were three seats open right in
front of us. The seats had been open the entire game. The usher and security
guard refused to allow them down to the seats even though there were others who
had been allowed to sit down there. This was a little frustrating and showed a
bias against these three young men. They were finally able to “sneak” down
before the shoot-out started and the usher let them stay.
I admit that I used these three young guys as an experiment
because I had heard other fans complain about their experiences with employees
at the Scottrade Center .
I have only had one issue with a bad-tempered employee in all the years that I
have attended Blues games and events. I do admit to trying to sit in sections
where my favorite ushers are located. My absolute favorite usher is a young
college student named Scott. He is always so upbeat and willing to go the extra
mile to make sure that the game is enjoyable. Watching the trials that the
three guys went through during their visit to the Scottrade
Center , I can fully understand why
people do complain. These guys were followed by security everywhere that I
observed them and they were treated with disdain by several employees. While
the Blues pride themselves on great game day experiences for their fans, there
are preconceived prejudices that prevent certain fans from being free from
scrutiny and being shadowed while in the Scottrade
Center . I was truly surprised that
not every person had the same level of courtesy and enjoyment while attending a
Blues game.
I do apologize to the three guys that I observed during the
game. I used them for my own investigative purposes and while they claim they
enjoyed the game, I did purposely place them in situations just to watch the
reactions of the employees. My findings helped to rip the rose colored glasses
off my eyes regarding a fan’s experience during a Blues game at the Scottrade
Center .