So it turns out that even friends don’t let friends have wicked crazy discounts for one of the most in-demand games of the year. I’ll take this as a lesson to get rich before the playoffs roll around.
I got two standing room only joints - face value twenty bucks - for a cool $75 a pop. Haggled the guy down from $80 apiece, but still feel incredibly ripped off.
The joke is that I should have just copped these fuckers on Stub Hub a few days ago. Patron of the streets that I am, though, I decided to hold out for my scalper homeys.
One dude got back to me with a discount price, but only after I dropped the mint. All the rest of dem, who I ran into on the street, laughed at my low bids, forgetting how many times I’ve gotten them all stoned, and bought their shit seats when I could have paid the same price from the box office.
No hard feelings, though, as the scumbags at Ace Tickets were also selling SROnlys for $75. It’s like they say: keep your enemies close and your friends closer - especially when the playoffs are right around the corner and Sox tixx are on the line.
Several healthcare professionals have warned that I'll have a heart-attack unless I seek help for my psychotic hatred of pro sports.
