I figured around 2,800 were there today but a few hundred on the back straight were competitors or their entourages.
Out of the rest of the crowd, half seemed to be Jamaican or Trinidadian.
I got to the stadium at 2:30 after hanging out with a couple of very odd characters in East Harlem, waiting for a crowded M35 bus.
By the time I arrived the guy on the back straight food stand only had Gatorade, water and hot Coors Light (left out in the sun) but couldn't sell me any of them because he didn't have change for $20.
Fortunately they restocked him and gave him some change, so I was able to enjoy a very reasonably priced afternoon tea of Gatorade and M&Ms.
The bleacher creature bathroom facilities consisted of a half-a-dozen porta-potties, which were a dark shade of green and well stocked with hand-sanitizer.
The oddest part of the day was the giant-screen being blown around 180 degrees as we reached the climax of the high-jump. Fortunately they managed to crank it back around before the final attempts.
For $30 I had a good time watching a world-class event but I haven't seem stadium facilities that bad since watching soccer in England in the 1980s.