I haven’t seen my wahoos play basketball in person for many,
many years. When I saw they were coming
up this way to play GW, and so close to my birthday, I decided I had to go to
the game. What better way to kick off my
birthday week?!
Then reality hit. The
tickets were not easy to come by.
Stubhub had a healthy markup. GW
wanted you to buy season tickets (although that was eventually reduced to just
a 3 game package). I’m a poor social
worker, so investing that much money up front with a hope to sell off all the
other tickets was not an enjoyable thought.
So, out of desperation, I reached out to a guy I went on a
date with some time last year. This guy
is a legit ticket oak and can pretty much get tickets to anything.
Plus, he works in the GW athletic department. Score!
We went out once. It seemed to go
well. He asked if I wanted to go out
again. Ticket oak aside, I did have a
good time and legitimately was interested in going out with him again. Save it for a text with a picture of the view
from his seats at a football game, and a text with a link to a story about a
guy selling his Nats NLDS game 1 PNC Diamond Club tickets in exchange for a
threesome, I never heard from him again.
WTF?!
But, desperate times called for desperate measures, and several
people told me to just stfu and reach out to this guy. So I did.
The result? Nothing. Rude ass.
By other means, I was able to get a magical code that
allowed me to buy single game tickets to the UVA game. Tickets were so scarce that our seats weren’t
even together. Only three apart, though,
so we had high hopes we could get people to shift for us. It was going to be a great start to the week.
The day of, I met my friend at Foggy Bottom. While waiting for him at the metro, I found
another UVA fan, and we tagged along with him to a bar since we didn’t know
anything in the area. He and his brother
were good people, and we had a very pleasant time over some appetizers and beer
at a nifty little place before the game.
The game, however, was a different experience. GW’s arena is… cozy. We had seats behind one of the baskets, and I
couldn’t see the baseline. And the top
of the seat in front of me may have been shoved into my legs just below my
knees. The guy in front of us was a
drunk ass (although he was balanced out by the very nice GW fan next to
me). But whatevs – I was getting to see
my hoos! Sadly, we didn’t play
particularly well, and we let GW dictate the game. That is obviously a recipe for disaster, and
we walked away with a big, fat L. MAJOR
sad face.
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