Want my Tickets?

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Some people buy season tickets to their favorite team and not being able to go to the game, give them to a relative or friend. I just read an article about David Findel, a Jets fan, who won an auction to buy the best seats in the house at the new Jets Stadium.

Season tickets here in Buffalo will set you back about a grand - Findel will be paying $414,000 for his two tickets next year. He said that he probably won't sit in the seats though - he purchased them for his two kids who are 11 and 7.

His kids will get a VIP Parking Pass, will have a full course meal served to them at a fancy restaurant, can walk the field before the game, and get to watch the Jets suffer through another crap year.

Here's the kicker - what does Findel do for a living? He's a CEO for a mortgage broker firm. Ah, no wonder he has all that extra cash sitting around so his kids can be entertained.

Isn't that what's wrong here? Do I begrudge this guy his wealth? Yeah, damn right I do. Should he share his wealth? Well, I don't know, but something's out of whack, isn't it?

Can someone explain it to me? Does he work any harder than a guy who digs ditches, or short-order cooks, or is an elementary school principal, or most importantly a man who does construction safety reports while writing novels at night?

Perhaps he just knows the secret to wealth. He took the risks, right? He should be able to bid $400,000 at an auction for football tickets that cost a hundred bucks apiece, normally.

I'm so freaking confused! How can I be worried about filling up my car when every mortgage broker in the world has a half-mil kicking around for entertainment purposes?

I just want to have time available when he decides to sit out one of the games and gives up his seats.

Ridiculous. I hope the Jets go 0 and 16.

Comments

deafjeff said…
Dammit, I'm a sous chef!
28 October, 2008
Cliff Fazzolari said…
I'm the short order cook
28 October, 2008
Carrie Lynn Fazzolari said…
Money Changes Everything, doesn't it? I wonder how many ex-wives he'll have at the end of his life... sorry, is that making a leap?
28 October, 2008
John said…
Couldn't agree more! If elementary principals made enough to buy season tickets, we would share them with friends! Spread the wealth!
01 November, 2008
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