BRONX CHEER

We could never really afford the hiked up ticket prices you always see when the games shift from regular season to playoffs.  We’ve stuck with them through the dismal period of the mid eighties to early nineties where they had no shot at winning anything.  With such a storied past, I viewed them as a stock which you knew would have to rebound and go back up sooner or later.  So when they started picking up steam and winning championships in the late nineties, we felt our time had come.  The fruits of long, laborious afternoons in front of the television watching our team go down in flames were finally ripening.  We had paid our dues through many losing seasons and now our team was finally back on top.  A historic era of success was taking place before us, one we could possibly tell our grandkids about when they found out about it.  But we never had the wherewithal to make it to those games.  Something else, mostly the price of tickets, always came up which prevented us from enjoying the experience in person.  And now, we’re out of college, making money and we can’t let this opportunity go by.  We can’t waste this chance.  We just can’t.  And we won’t.  Not when we’re only two degrees of separation away from the guy holding the actual tickets.  In our checkered past, we have never been this close before.  And it’s not like we didn’t try to obtain them through other means.  The phone, internet, ticket brokers, we’ve gone down the laundry list every fan has at their disposal as a source for tickets.  About, oh I don’t know, a week or so ago, (and even another one today) they had a general sale where you could call an 800 number or log on to their web site and try to buy the tickets, a maximum of four per buyer.  That sounds simple enough to accomplish, right?  Well, we called and redialed the number for an hour straight and got nothing but a busy signal.  I mean there’s a limited amount of time I can spend trying to pull this stuff during work hours.  And the web site was no better.  My finger actually started to hurt after all those mouse clicks.  If the refresh button had been an actual button, it would have fallen off with the amount of times we hit it.  We had basically run into a wall trying to come up with these tickets.  No conventional avenues were working for us.  And scalping? Don’t think so. We’re not real estate magnates just yet.  Yeah, we want to go to the game, but I don’t want to sink into debt because of it.