So the Chicago White Sox are going to the World Series, and people here are just nuts over it.
I know a kid who got tickets to Game 1 this weekend. Apparently his roommate knows someone. I read today that one guy wanting tickets offered to give up his kidney - you're choice, right or left - for tickets. One woman offered nudie pictures. Some tickets were reselling for $15,000. They sold out in 18 minutes. Crazy, I tell you.
I wonder, is there anything in this world I would pay that much money - or at least the few hundred dollars others are paying - to see? My max was dishing out $100 for Prince show in Atlanta, and shoot, I'd do that again, and maybe even double it. I was close to paying out that much to see Bon Jovi, but came to my senses.
Perhaps if I was more of a sports fan, I would understand. My inaugural baseball game was the Boston Red Sox at Fenway Park when I was in college. As amazing and historic and yadda, yadda, yadda as that park was, I recall it being an excruciatingly boring game. And that was even after drinking a 40 oz. of malt liquor before the game. Gross.
A few years later (this summer) I went to a Nationals game in DC, and surprisingly had a blast - and I think it was more than the beer and the company that made it fun. The game was actually entertaining. But would I pay $100 or $300 or $15,000 to see it? Give up a kidney? Not a chance.
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That little voice inside your head, tugging at you and asking if you're perhaps missing out?
Listen to that voice. Nurture it. Care for it.
Once you break through, life as a baseball fan is a beautiful, beautiful thing.
Although you can't pull for My Dodgers - that much was established when you heartlessly turned on them, mid-game, if I recall.
And that listserv debacle? Holy crap! Apparently I unsubscribed to the wrong effing listerv, cause while I still get to read where the Intro kids are meeting up on Friday I never saw anything about this...
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