For any of you entertaining the idea of traveling to Eugene, OR to watch the Ducks play or perhaps pay a visit to the UofO for your teenage son or daughters, I highly encourage you NOT to stay at the Value Inn on 99W.  Even if you Priceline it for $0.38 and win the bid, do not stay here.  For starters, they lost my friend's reservation through a booking error, so to compensate him, the kind Indian fellow offered us a free upgrade to the Jacuzzi Room, which usually comes with a $40 upgrade fee.
As we drove around the building and looked for a spot where his car might actually survive the night absent a break-in, I had a sick feeling that the Jacuzzi Room would, in actuality, be the 'lovers nest' room for rich John's looking to spend that extra buck with a toothless crack hooooor.  And sure enough, when we keyed our way into the joint, what do you think awaited us?  
This.  For those struggling with the graphic, that is ONE twin sized bed with purple & lime-green swirled bedding, a gold colored metal headboard and some sort of mis-matched fabric that I'm sure has seen more murders than a Memphis street corner.  There wasn't even enough room on the floor to blow-up an air mattress, which my buddy brought a long just in case there was only one bed.
And the Jacuzzi?  I would rather take a swim in the Ganges River on laundry day than put my naked body in that thing.  For some reason, there was a hose attached to it along with hand-written instructions in giant black marker next to it.  We sprinted back to the office and begged for a room with two beds, but it was not meant to be.  Best he could do was give us a room with a king sized bed, so we settled for that with an agreement that we'd build a pillow-wall to keep us safe from catching teh homosexuals.
We both reasoned that it was better than a DUI or jail and with that, began drinking like Alaska fishermen.  Game was fun.  My god does Arizona State have some attractive coeds.  We almost got in a fight with a super drunk college kid who pushed my CFO’s son (he’s going to law school there and we agreed to buy him some beers and food, so he tagged along with us; neat kid) and then kicked my heel from behind as I walked in front of him because I told him he was drunk and needed to walk away from us.  My buddy I went down there with is 6'2" and sounds like Sam Elliott on steroids when he gets mad, so he turned around and scared the crap out of this kid after he clipped me.  Fortunately, his friends pulled him back and we avoided a melee.
Also, Jameson and black coffee is a fine treat at a football game when the weather is a little chilly.