So a few months ago The Rolling Stones announced a tour. Two shows in Boston...one on a Wednesday, one on a Friday.
Hoag wants to go to both but I'm busy on Wednesdays.
He buys tickets for both shows...$600.00 a ticket. I'll just go to the Friday show with him, he'll take someone else for the Wednesday show.
The Stones rolled into town last night.
It was around 5:00 in the afternoon on Wednesday and it started gnawing at me that I wasn't going to the show. I had no tickets, I had to work, etc.
I texted Wifey. Meet me at the shop and we'll try to sneak into the show. If we can't get in we'll just have dinner and hang around outside the Garden. (I could practically feel the eyeroll)
But she sacked up and said ok.
We drive in the Boston Garden. Park the car. Go inside.
I see a cop. He asks what I'm doing. I reply: "I want tickets." He points to a ticket window. I ask for two of the cheapest tickets (I've seen the Stones dozens of times...I dont need $600.00 tickets) ...I score two $150.00 seats.
I escort my bride to her seat and then go back out to get some hot dogs and drinks.
Who do I bump into? Yup...Mister $600.00 seats himself...Hoag!
He starts cracking up that I got in. We compare tickets. We are in the same EXACT section!!
But I'm seven rows IN FRONT of him!!!
He looks perplexed.
He spent $900.00 extra on crappier seats.
I smile. Stuff like this has happened before.
Wifey thinks I'm lucky.
I make my own luck.
So who is the winner?
You're probably thinking me, correct?
That would be a good guess.
Until I get to my seat.
Hoag texts me from seven rows behind me.
He texts me a picture of the back of my head.
I have a bald spot!!!
And that my friends is why Hoag is the winner and still champion!