Alright, let’s talk about that time WWE rolled through Maine. It feels like ages ago now, but I remember the buzz when the announcement dropped. You know how it is, scrolling through your phone, and bam! – Cross Insurance Arena, Portland, WWE Live. For a minute, I thought I read it wrong. They don’t swing by Maine that often, or at least it feels that way.
First thing I did was check the calendar. Cleared. Then came the big question – who’s going with me? Tried to rope in a buddy, but schedules didn’t line up. So, I thought, you know what? I’m just gonna go. Sometimes you just gotta do things for yourself, right? Getting the ticket online was easy enough, though seeing the final price after fees always stings a little. But hey, memories!
Getting There and Soaking It In
The day finally came. Drove down to Portland. Traffic wasn’t too bad getting into the city, but finding parking near the arena? That’s always a whole different game. You circle around, eyeing every spot, hoping someone pulls out. Finally snagged one a few blocks away. Walking towards the arena, you start seeing them – folks decked out in their favorite wrestler shirts. Kids buzzing, adults acting like kids again. There’s this energy, this shared excitement. It’s pretty cool.
Inside, it hits you. The noise, the lights, the smell of popcorn and maybe stale beer. It’s just… different than watching at home. Found my seat, which thankfully had a decent view. You settle in, watch the crew do their last-minute checks. The anticipation in the crowd just builds and builds.
- The sheer volume when the music hits.
- Seeing how massive some of those wrestlers are in person.
- The way the whole crowd reacts together – the boos, the cheers, the “This is awesome!” chants.
Man, the sound of those slams on the mat! It echoes right through you. Way more intense than on TV. I saw some great matches, saw some big names. Won’t bore you with a play-by-play, because honestly, it’s the whole vibe that sticks with you more than who won what specific match months later. There was this one moment, though, where a kid near me absolutely lost his mind when his favorite wrestler came out. Pure joy. That’s what it’s all about, really.
Sure, the merch lines were crazy long, and yeah, a bottle of water costs about as much as a small meal somewhere else. But you kind of expect that. It’s part of the package deal, I guess. You just lean into it.
Heading Home
After the main event, everyone shuffles out, still buzzing. You hear snippets of conversation, people replaying their favorite moments. The drive home was mostly just me, the radio off, thinking about the show. That feeling of being part of something big, even just for a few hours. Tired, ears ringing slightly, but totally worth it.
It’s just a unique experience, live wrestling. Simple as that. Glad I went, even flying solo. Hopefully, they don’t wait too long before coming back up this way again. Definitely beats watching it on the couch sometimes.
