Messed Up

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I spoke with someone today who is all set with Buffalo Bills tickets when the new stadium is ready and all I could say was:

“What the hell is the matter with you?”

The idea of a personal seat license was thought up by a rich dude who wasn’t happy enough to take a little of your money a little at a time.

Dudes want it all!

You have to pay a really large fee to be able to pay a huge fee for a  ticket to each game.

The seat license for 30 years was thousands and thousands of dollars.

“You ain’t even going to be here for 30 years,” I said,

“The seat stays in the family.”

Yeah.

If you pay a fortune to go to every game!

There are 8 home games.

Figure $500 a game per ticket!

Five hundred dollars!

We used to go to Camden Yards to watch the Yankees spank the hapless Orioles…

Five bucks a game! Less than 30 years ago!

And baseball is a real sport without a pre-determined outcome!

When I thought about the dynamics of it all it started to aggravate me.

A billionaire gets taxpayers to build him a new playground for his millionaires.

We didn’t even get to vote on it!

And rather than make it affordable for the people who pay those taxes, the prices are skyrocketing.

Not just for tickets, but also for a beer, or a freaking parking spot.

Just for the fun of it let’s add it up.

1). Ticket - $500.00

2). Seat License Fee - $800 per game over 30 years

3). Parking - $100.00

4). 2 beers and 2 hot dogs - $80.00

5). A jersey of your favorite player at team store - $300

Woo-hoo!

Go Bills!

$1,780.00 per game.

How fun!

Last year they didn’t even bother to clear the snow off the seats!

Asked people to accept $15 an hour to shovel tons of snow in zero degree weather.

That’s messed up!!!

I haven’t been to a football game since 2002.

I can safely say that I won’t ever go to another one.

No freaking way.

And imagine going to game where they lose like 6 to 3 because it’s snowing sideways.

Corporate welfare.

Hurry up!

Line up!!

The billionaire needs every dime you have!

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