Communication breakdown
The All-Star game is in Pittsburgh, as some of you may know. No, I'm not going. But this isn't due to not wanting to or not being able to afford to.
It is a story of messed-up communications.
Initially, about a month ago, my sister Megs, who used to work for the Pirates and still has a lot of friends there, offered me an opportunity to buy discounted All-Star tickets. However, at the price she quoted me, in the several hundreds for a pair, was much, much more than I could justify for one baseball game. And the price, though discounted, sounded outrageous to me, especially since I had just read in the Pittsburgh paper that bleacher seats were still available at $125 a pop. So I passed.
Only after I passed and my dad passed and everyone passed did Megan explain to me that the tickets were the whole All-Star strip. This meant it was for the Home-Run Derby, the Futures Game, the Celebrity Game, and the actual All-Star game. The price could have been split is such a way that......well it wouldn't have been too much to spend for the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Megs was only interested in the Home-Run derby. There would have been others to buy the other games. Of course, Megs had no idea that I didn't know how the ticketing process worked, that we would be buying into a pair of strips. At a discount.
So on our way home from the Outer Banks on Sunday, I learned that Megs was, in fact, planning on going to the Home Run Derby on Monday. She finally found some people to buy into the strips with her. And why weren't we offered the chance to buy this time? Because I neglected to let Megs know when we were coming home. We had been toying with the idea of heading to Myrtle Beach for a few days. Had I told her.........well, at least she might be able to tell us in the combox how the Home Run Derby was.
It is a story of messed-up communications.
Initially, about a month ago, my sister Megs, who used to work for the Pirates and still has a lot of friends there, offered me an opportunity to buy discounted All-Star tickets. However, at the price she quoted me, in the several hundreds for a pair, was much, much more than I could justify for one baseball game. And the price, though discounted, sounded outrageous to me, especially since I had just read in the Pittsburgh paper that bleacher seats were still available at $125 a pop. So I passed.
Only after I passed and my dad passed and everyone passed did Megan explain to me that the tickets were the whole All-Star strip. This meant it was for the Home-Run Derby, the Futures Game, the Celebrity Game, and the actual All-Star game. The price could have been split is such a way that......well it wouldn't have been too much to spend for the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Megs was only interested in the Home-Run derby. There would have been others to buy the other games. Of course, Megs had no idea that I didn't know how the ticketing process worked, that we would be buying into a pair of strips. At a discount.
So on our way home from the Outer Banks on Sunday, I learned that Megs was, in fact, planning on going to the Home Run Derby on Monday. She finally found some people to buy into the strips with her. And why weren't we offered the chance to buy this time? Because I neglected to let Megs know when we were coming home. We had been toying with the idea of heading to Myrtle Beach for a few days. Had I told her.........well, at least she might be able to tell us in the combox how the Home Run Derby was.
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on the up side...did you watch the game on TV? Did you see my dad? He and my uncle were there in our seats behind 1st base! The FOX cameras were sweeping them several times...right behind the girl who had the "Freddy Gets It Done" sign.
i was a bear at work the next day. a happy bear, but a bear nonetheless.
sorry ambrose. :( i would've gladly sold you the tix and still paid you for the HRD.