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The day, February 11, 2002 started with an morning drive to Park City to park, at this point we were getting familiar to the routine of hopping shuttle bus, wait in security lines, waiting more... but i was getting a little irked cause the eyelets on my boots always chirping the metal detectors so i'd get moved over to the secondary line to get wanded down by some 19-year National Guardsman. 

Cops from all over the US had come to help out and provide reinforcements and while I won't rant on this topic, I did find it a "bit* distracting but post 9/11 etc .... you know the routine.