You could negotiate with a scalper, date a bullpen catcher, pretend to like your pretentious uncle with the gold chain and season tickets, hijack Fredbird’s costume, photoshop your name onto a press pass, undergo facial reconstruction to more closely resemble Bruce Sutter, become the organization’s first middle-aged batboy, develop a 96 mph fastball, Vulcan neck pinch a security guard or dig a “Shawshank” tunnel.
Or you could endure a game with a trust-fund baby or just pounce on the company tickets and bring the boss’s hot daughter to the game.
Maybe you should just go to McDonald’s.
Ticketfest is back.
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1 Comments
Carolyn Carrico
11 May 2011
Great Job Bob
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