Friday Afternoon:
I was doing my usual walk about the building at work Friday afternoon and I came across our friendly neighborhood security officer manning the front desk.
He is a huge Redskin Fan and has season tickets. So I naturally started talking about the game this weekend. Asked him if he was going and he got this strange look on his face.
Oh yeah, I’m definitely watching it. My dad and I are all psyched up and ready. He said.
Huh?
(I was thinking to myself, did he just say watching – as in on TV?)
I thought you’d be going for sure?
Ummm
(uh oh, he has a look on his face that no fan ever wants to see . . .)
I sold the tickets.
(WHAT! I yelled inside my head – How Could You!) (But the PC and sensitive fan inside my head said . . .)
Oh? Oh yeah, they are really going for prime money. Up to 5 or 6 times their value! Definitely will help pay for all that Christmas shopping. Right.
(Please tell me you are not a complete idiot)
Ummm.
(OMG, what could be worse than selling out for prime cash? . . . )
I sold them after the Carolina game when they were 3 – 6. Thought I did not want to go to a meaningless game out in the elements in December.
(You idiot! – not only did you you fail by not making a huge profit but I bet you sold them right after Shanny said we were in evaluation mode!)
You know what this means don’t you?
(Inside I am actually laughing at him hysterically)
Yeah, I’m a terrible fan.
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I wonder, as the camera pans the crowd today, if our friendly neighborhood security officer will spot his seats up in the stands and see the folks he sold his tickets to? And think – that could be me – experiencing one of those incredible events of a life time.
I also wonder what other great stories there are out there about snagging prime tickets to a prime event?
Got any good tales to tell?
Fumbled Returns 