So this starts Friday when I found an almost closed auction on Ebay. I saw that it had 6 minutes left and noone had bid on it yet. It was Angels tickets for Wednesday April 9th game. Opening bid was 99 cents so I put a dollar in my max bid. Six agonizing, painfully intense minutes go by. I won at 99 cents. Four dollars for shipping. The tickets should be here by Tuesday, plenty of time to get to the game on time. Tuesday comes along. No tickets. Gasp. I e-mailed the seller and he tells me he has the option of "e-mailing me replacement tickets." So I say ok lets do that. Sleep time. Wake up. Seller has e-mailed me. "Tracking number says they were delivered yesterday." Uh oh the mail person delivered to the wrong address. (assuming). So I e-mail seller saying they were delivered to wrong address. He says ok will send tickets. It is 10:30 with a 12:35 game time. So I see if Nick wanted to go. He did and I am still waiting for tickets. sweat, sweat. 11:30 comes around, Nick suggests that I pick him up and maybe the tickets will be there when I get back. I do, then stop to get gas. I get back. Seller has e-mailed, but no tickets. "Trying to get a hold of my account rep. to leave tickets at will call." More pain and agonizing. 12:00: "Tickets will be at will call I will email you to confirm when they get a hold of me." Game starts in 35 minutes. 12:12: "Tickets will be at will call under you name." Rush to my room because I wasn't proactive in getting ready. Had to get socks, shoes, and the all important Angels Jersey. Get in my "Big Green Machine" start heading to the stadium. Knucklehead drivers out today. Get to the Stadium. Pay for parking. Game has started by now. Had to park in the furthest possible place. No exaggeration. Walk 15 miles to the front of the stadium to go to will call. Finally get my tickets. HALLELUJAH!!! Stopped to get something to eat on the way to seats because Cleveland was batting and I was hungry. I walked all the way up the ramps. So I got a hot dog (theoretically), nachos, and a beverage. Lets just say I haven't had a soda since Friday. Get to our seats. Angels have the bases loaded and Napoli is up. Ball, Monster Grand Slam to left. (I did not spill my beverage on the poor unsuspecting people in front of me like Ryan and I were the victims of on Sunday). 4-0 Angels. End Game, Angels win 9-5 hooray. Walk the 25 miles back to the Machine after the ramps again. Sit in parking lot for 30 minutes get out and the only way I can go is towards the "Ponda"(Pond+Honda Center= Ponda). Make U-turn. I think I will be able to get back on 5 easier from Ball st. WRONG! Take Ball all the way home. Takes an hour. Get home, and tell people about the Monster Homer Vladdy hit. O I forgot listened to Dave Demeshek on the way home dud is an idiot but had good point today. Wanted one person to call and tell him why he should watch womens besketball over anything else. No one could. Ok back to being home. Turn on some playoff hockey. Pittsburgh and Ottawa. Pittsburgh up 4-0 turns into a slug fest. Start watching San Jose lose (knock on wood). Still going on Calgary up 3-1 with 6 minutes left. It would be great to see The Sharks lose in the first round.
New Paragraph. The Ducks start their quest to their second Stanley Cup tomorrow and I am excited. Well as you can see it was quite a day.