Nobody reads my blog anyway, but if you've been keeping up, perhaps you'll recall my tirade last year upon finding out that my order for season football tickets at the university I work for (and graduated from) would not happen, even though they charged my credit card for the tickets.
At the end of last week what should appear in my mail but the order form for this year's season football tickets! Wow! I looked the form over, and thought that perhaps this year we'll put in an order and see what happens, especially now that I know that they keep part of the money they charge you. Even asked my daughter if she'd be interested in going to a few football games this fall; of course, she said she wanted to go. And for one brief, shining moment all was right with the world.
And then I looked at my ticket priority number, which looked suspiciously like my priority number from last year. Suddenly the idea of submitting the order form required a serious rethinking. If I didn't make the cut last year, given the number of big money donors in Atlanta who have never set foot on this campus as a student but who somehow end up with season tickets (go figure), the odds of getting tickets this year seemed to be pretty much non-existent.
With that in mind, I quietly folded up my ticket order form, walked down the hall to my computer room, and sent it on a Voyage to the Bottom of the Shredder. Once again, a big Fuck You to the campus ticket office. You sold whatever soul you had when you decided to follow a path that takes the ability to get tickets away from true fans and into the hands of people who simply have a lot of money and really don't give a shit about the university.
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