Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Spend your life waiting for a moment that just don't come


And when that moment finally comes, how does it feel when there is nothing, absolutely nothing, you can do about it?

I got The Call yesterday; The One that has been 20 years in the making.

At long last, my name moved to the top of the season-ticket waiting list for my beloved New York Giants.

So, what's the issue? Well, I no longer live in PA, so my proximity to the Meadowlands is now a real problem. A 500-miles each-way problem.

But even bigger is the astronomical cost. Or should I say ASTRONOMICAL COST. Theoretically, I could buy the tickets and go a couple times a year, sell the others, and come out about even.

But, pro sports has now priced itself way above the regular guys. It's Big Money. Just to be a player (sitting in the end zone upper deck), I need to shell out $7,500 for a Personal Seat License (PSL) and then pay $250 per game for a 10-game season.

So, if I want to buy two so Jack and I could go, I need to spend $20,000 up front.

And that's for bad seats. Two PSLs for great seats are $20k for PSLs and $700 per game ticket.

When I added my name to the list all those years ago, there were no PSLs and tickets were about $70 per game.

I guess it sounds dramatic to say that this is heartbreaking. This is a club that I can never join.

And even though I know there are many others just like me, it's a bitter pill that tastes just a bit too much like greed for my liking.

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