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Monday, September 12, 2011
I Love Mondays...
I’ve always loved Mondays. The start of a new week, a new beginning, new possibilities. There’s something I especially love about this Monday. Baseball! Tickets for the American League Division Series in Detroit went on sale this morning at 10AM. David and I had talked about how cool it would be to go to a post season game and the tickets, although more expensive than the regular season, weren’t as hiked up as I might have thought. David has never been to a post season baseball game. I was lucky enough to get tickets for a World Series game in 1984. It’s been a long time, but you don’t forget that electric feeling!
And that was the thing. I remember how cool that was, being there. As things stand right now, there’s a good chance it will be the Red Sox and Tigers. How could I not try, right? It would be so cool, me in my Tigers gear, including ears, and him in his Dustin Pedroia jersey and other Red Sox accents. It would just be TOO COOL! So, I clicked on the “Buy Tickets” button. I got a message that the site was busy, blah, blah, blah, what I expected. There was a 30 second countdown in the cyber waiting room that refreshed and started again, and again, and again.
The nice thing about a CYBER waiting room is you can do other things, check email, Tweet, sign in to my school account and check the assignment board, with that waiting room countdown in the corner. Then the unexpected happened, after 45 minutes of the 30 second countdowns, I got a pop-up that said “Congratulations!” I now had 5 minutes to find tickets enter my info and get out or the window would close and I’d lose my chance!
I found a pair of handicap row seats and chose them. I had to enter in two “words” of unrelated characters to go on. Next screen tells me the site is busy, on playoff sale day, busy, ya think? Then I had to re-choose my seats and enter more gibberish to prove I’m not a robot. I was getting stressed. I don’t type that fast, the time is ticking on me. So close! I reselected and typed in more gibberish 5 more times!
Then, the digital clouds parted over the Information Superhighway and a beautiful screen with a glowy white background appeared. It wanted credit card information and where I wanted my tickets sent. My heart was racing now. No time to claim victory, not yet. So close, but that timer was still ticking away at my five minutes, must type quickly. I got all the information in and clicked “Purchase.”
The screen came back. I forgot to check a box. What? I went through the form. THERE! NO, I don’t want to be texted with updates, that why I didn’t put my mobile number in. Uncheck the updates box, click purchase again.
The next screen…the beautiful next screen, was my receipt. With a half minute to spare, David and I are going to the ALDS.