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Was it just not meant to be? Does waiting in line for 14 hours outside not count for anything anymore? Today I saw “fandome” die in a catastrophic wreck.
It’s the NBA Finals and MY team is in it. MY team has home court, and MY team happens to playing in the biggest Finals in 21 years. How could I not be there? After all I had season tickets during the worst of times, was given the opportunity of a lifetime to shoot a shot on the parquet, the ultimate cap would have been tickets to game one of the Finals.
So I get up to Boston around 2am, and there are only (exactly) 25 people ahead of me. I thought I just struck gold, that the tickets were as good as mine. They officially went on sale at 2pm, and at maybe 2:15 AM we were notified of HOW this whole day was gonna transpire. Their plan was to hold a raffle, and the winning ticket would be the first person in line, no matter what time they got there. The god awful part of this whole thing was that the person in front of the winner was then the dead last person. For some innconceivable reason they handed out over 1400 raffle tickets when only 700 tickets total for both games were available. What did that mean? That meant that if the raffle number selected wasn’t 1-26, because I was the 26th person in a line of over 2000, or 1100-1400, that I wasn’t going to get a chance to purchase tickets, even though I got there first. The overwhelming odds were to fall right in the dead man zone, and it fell HARD. Number 250 about. They let in 350 people and told the rest of us to take a hike. This was around 4pm, some 14 hours since I made my spot at number twenty six. So disappointing, and wrong. Whatever happened to die hard fans getting rewarded for their devotion and support. Waiting all night for tickets is an homage to team allegiance, going through hours upon hours of uncomfortable boredom only to be rewarded with the toughest ticket in town. But apparently that’s an unfair advantage, and people showing up at the LAST MINUTE have the same chance to get a ticket as I do. Totally backwards, I’m really pissed.
This probably would never have happened at the real Garden.
