Us Bank Stadium Bag Policy Monster Jam
So, you’re heading to Monster Jam at U.S. Bank Stadium. Awesome. You’re about to witness 12,000 pounds of metal ballet, with trucks like Grave Digger and Max-D doing backflips...
So, you’re heading to Monster Jam at U.S. Bank Stadium. Awesome. You’re about to witness 12,000 pounds of metal ballet, with trucks like Grave Digger and Max-D doing backflips while you scream like a kid. But before you grab your earplugs and nachos, there’s a party crasher you need to befriend: The Bag Policy. Yes, it’s a thing. And it’s slightly more complex than a monster truck’s suspension system. But don’t worry—we’ve got you.
First, the golden rule: Clear bags only. Think of it as a see-through fashion statement. You can bring a clear plastic, vinyl, or PVC bag that’s no larger than 12” x 6” x 12”. That’s roughly the size of a chunky laptop or three hot dogs stacked vertically (don’t ask). Pro tip: If you show up with a leather purse the size of a mini-fridge, you’ll be directed to the “bag jail” outside. Nobody wants that.
What about your pockets? You’re allowed a small clutch—4.5” x 6.5” max, no clear requirement—for essentials like your phone, lip balm, and the energy you’ll need to high-five your friends after a wheelie. But leave the costco-sized bag of snacks at home. The stadium’s policy says no outside food or beverages (unless you have a medical or infant need—yes, your toddler’s goldfish crackers are fine, but you’re not sneaking in a burrito). Also, no backpacks, fanny packs, or camera bags unless they’re clear. Yes, that includes your cute “Monster Jam” souvenir fanny pack from last year. Sorry, not sorry.
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And here’s the kicker: Security is fast—they’ve seen it all. They’ll wave you through with a smile (and a metal detector wave). So plan ahead: stash your phone in a clear pouch, wear a jacket with zippered pockets for your keys, and for the love of all things loud, leave the selfie stick at home. The stadium’s vibe is “less stuff, more fun.” And honestly? It works.
So, my friend, when you’re screaming as El Toro Loco launches off a ramp, remember: your bag was clear, your spirit is loud, and you’ve conquered the pre-game chaos. Go ahead, roar. The stadium is yours—one clear pouch at a time. 🏟️🚛💨