Do you live in the Buffalo-area, have no pressing social commitments on Saturday and want to lend a hand to your favorite underachieving professional football team?
You're. In. Luck.
My biggest question is what kind of checks and balances are in place to ensure there are no freeloaders in the mix. Because you know there are people -- like, for instance, your idiot cousin Terry -- who could walk in the Ralph with a shovel, a case of LaBatts and the bright idea to sit in the top row of the upper deck for 14 hours and get paid for it.
Don't go Full Mario. You never go Full Mario.