Cubs tickets went on sale today. As you may remember, last year I performed many rituals to appease the baseball fates or furies whatever they are. And what did it get me? Zip, zilch, nada. That’s right. Not a thing. Not a single ticket. I did end up getting tickets but only because my sister used her most excellent ticket karma to help me out.
So this year I said forget the baseball fates. I just put on my Geovany Soto t-shirt and got online at 10am. And after a mere two hours in the virtual waiting room I emerged victorious. I am now the proud owner of four tickets to the September third game against the Stinking Mets. I can’t wait.
Take that Stub Hub.