The one and only time that I was on hand for the opening of the doors to the coliseum, I was bumped and pushed and knocked about. It was kinda like being at a Who concert in Cincinnati. The worst offenders were the hordes of octogenarians. One old sister used her cane to push people out of the way.
I didn't understand it. The coliseum sat 12 to 14,000 people with only about 8 or 9,000 dubs in attendance. What's the problem? Room for everyone...just chill. I moved to the wall out of the way and just waited for the mob to disperse and then picked out seats for our family several rows up from the lower entrance. No big deal.
Things I saw... people with stacks of old magazines, saving entire rows of seats. One guy had a rope and he roped off a couple of rows. One person didn't get the seats he wanted for his famliy so he knocked the books already placed to save the seats off into the floor and plopped his fat ass down. He was confronted about it and refused to move.
After that experience, I never was on hand for the opening of the doors in the morning. The display of Christian love and brotherly attitude was just too much for me to bear.