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Crazy Guy goes Nuts went confronted with Us

Yesterday we went to the Boston Marathon to watch a friend of ours run it. The Marathon in itself has nothing to do with the rest of this posting. Afterwards we went to dinner at this Bar where you can get a 1/2 pound burger and fries for only $1.95. Again, this has nothing to do with the main point of this posting. After talking for a while, we decided to try and walk across town and catch a train that was leaving in 10 minutes. When we got to the train station, it had already left, which meant we had to wait for the next train which came in an hour and a half. The train station is underneath the Boston Garden (the basketball court where the Boston Celtics play), and the Celtics Game was starting at the exact time we showed up. Here's where the action took place.

None of us cared to go to the game (us being Weber, Scott, Drewman, Phil, Chaz, Jessica, Doug, a girl from El Salvador, and myself), so we sat down at a wall and began waiting for the next train. There were some people trying to sell their tickets near the place we were sitting, so Weber asked a fairly wealthy looking guy how much a ticket cost. He told Dave they were $15 seats, but he would give them to us for only $10. Weber came back to us and asked how much we would pay to see the Celtics play. After a bit of deliberation, Drew and I told Weber no more than $3. When Weber told the guy (whom I'm going to call "Boss" for the rest of this posting), he laughed at us and walked away. Drew, Chaz, Scott and I knew that there was no market this evening, and that Boss would eventually come back to us because no one wanted to see the Celtics play their last game of the season being they just missed the playoffs. I promised the group that we would get the tickets for $3 if we only waited, although none of really cared if we went to the game or got on the train and went home. Bargaining is something that most of us know how to do pretty well, having lived in all the places we've lived, so we continued to wait....

If you know me, you know that I'm fairly stubborn and a bit of a smart-ass at times. If you know any of my friends, you know that we tend to feed off of each other, and they are probably even better at getting people riled up than I am (Brent being the best I've ever known). About to come is a graphic description of the ensueing events. Please Note that Boss is a little insane, and most people have a good time with us when we do stuff like this. We never expected him to get so upset so quickly.

Boss kind of wandered over in our general direction. He then told us that we could have the tickets for only $5. Normally we would have just bought the tickets, but again, none of us wanted to see the game so we stuck to our original plan and just told the guy "No Thanks". He was getting a little angry in the face, so he asked us "Fine, how much do you want them for?". Chaz quickly chimed in and said, "We have $30. You give us 10 tickets, and we'll give you the $30". Boss lauged to himself and said "You want tickets to the Boston Celtics for $3 a piece? I would throw them in the trashcan before I sell them to you mother#@**#* for $3." At this point, we probably should have just gotten quiet, but Drewman came to the rescue with, "I once threw $30 in a trashcan too!". Boss responded with, "I'de tear them up first you F#@*#*, you're not getting these tickets", and then he walked out the door. We continued to sit along the wall talking amongst ourselves wondering WHAT IN THE WORLD just happened, we were only bargaining with the guy, not trying to get him upset!

We quite honestly didn't know what to do. We figured that it was all over, and that he wasn't going to come back. We made jokes like "If he comes back to tear up the tickets and throw them in the trashcan, we'll take out $30 and tear it up, then throw it in the trashcan." 10 minutes later, we saw Boss come back through the doors. Some other tall guy walked up to us and told us that he would sell us 10 tickets for $30, and we quickly knew that Boss had given him the tickets to sell to us because he couldn't find anyone else to buy. At this point we didn't want anything to do with the tickets. Chaz told the tall guy that we would only buy from the guy who had given him those tickets. Boss wasn't far behind the guy, so he heard Chaz say that, and he went ape. He came and took the tickets out of the tall guys hand, and preceeded to SCREAM at us at the top of his lungs. Stuff that I can not and will not repeat, but something to the affect of "Go bleep your mothers bleep".

Last I remember, he was walking out the door daring us to come outside and get the tickets for free. None of us really knew what to do, so we just stared at the ground in front of us waiting for him to leave.

End of Story.

Son of a..... Where's the instant Replay?

Driving on Roosevelt, the speed limit is 35mph. I was going the speed limit, and I had my seat belt on. The light turned yellow at Lorraine, and I had no option but to go thru it, as there was a car close behind me. So I did. Next thing I know, the siren lights are on behind me, and a cop is pulling me over. Ok. He tells me I just ran a red light. I tell him it was yellow. He said he was gonna give me a ticket for running a red, end of discussion.

Funny thing is, the first thought that came to mind was "Well let's just look at the instant replay. I KNOW that the light was yellow, you can't run a red light on Roosevelt and Lorraine and not get hit by cross Traffic. The instant replay will show the light was hardcore in the middle of being yellow".

As soon as the thought entered my mind, I realized I wasn't playing on national television, and there was no instant replay. SON OF A ....... I've decided to take this as a good sign that I've been watching too many sports on ESPN. I'm gonna go outside and get some fresh air.

Putting it Off

I have a bunch of emails to write, and I don't want to write them because I am lazy. I will wait, and talk meaningless sports talk.

So March Madness has lost its luster this year. Usually I am at least somewhat excited about the Championship Game, but this year I really couldn't care less. I really dislike Florida(and think they got gifts the whole way to the championship game), so usually I would just root for the other team and be kind of interested in the game. For instance, if Duke was in the championship game, I would automatically root for the other guys because I hate Duke, thus I would be interested in the game and even feel invested in the other team. But this year, the other team is UCLA, and let's be honest here, a UCLA game is boring to watch because they have no offense. This year, two mediocre teams made it to the championship game, and I am apathetic to the outcome, which is just strange for me in any type of sporting event.

So in the words of a poster