SOLD!!! Rose Bowl Tickets

Scott was giving me grief about my Rose Bowl auction and forwarded me this article. I read it. I know my actions support her accusations but my actions alone are not why the Rose Bowl is so corrupt and unfair. I am only taking advantage of an opportunity to fulfill a wish I've had for many years.

I sold my Rose Bowl tickets to a retired Trojan fan that drove up from Riverside to pick it up with a roll of Benjamins. He was quite surprised he won at the price he did, but his wife wasn't too happy with him and wanted him to sell it.

HAHAHA.. I almost died laughing. I wanted to tell him about Chris, but he was interupting the office White Elephant game (which I organized), so I left it at that. He counted the money in front of me. He examined the tickets, looking for the authenticating halogram and was pleased to find it all legit. Then he boldly asked to come in to the office and look up the eBayer that had offered me $1500 cash through my auction.

Apparently my buyer remembered and wanted to see if he could track him down (probably for more money, but what do I care... I got the amount I was going for). He walked in to the office with me... everybody paused to see this tall elderly caucasian gentlemen trailing me. All in the mean time, skipping me and opened every box except one.

Whatever happened to the rules??? I was number 5, damn it.

Anyhow, I'll leave that at that.

I opened up my email... looked up the eBayer with the proposal and printed the information for the retiree; wished him well and ushered him down the stairs. Once he left, everybody asked who the guy was, which at first I really wanted to avoid by keeping the old man outside, but I felt like playing it up and said I needed some money so I hawked my Rose Bowl tickets.

I was kind of hoping somone would leak the news to the boss (who is currently skiing in a foreign country for two weeks while we keep his f'n office afloat) and make him realize my Christmas bonus sucked monkey balls.

After the whole ordeal, it felt really good to have all those Benjamins burning up my pocket. It's a high I haven't felt for a long time, probably before my teens when my mom gave me 20 bucks in singles and told me to go wild. I felt like I could go in to a random store, bust a wad of cold hard cash and count off a ridiculous amount in front of the salivating clerks.

The more I thought about it, the more I liked it so I decided that was how I was going to buy my TAG watch (Oh yeah, if you didn't know already, that's been my goal since entering the Rose Bowl lottery). So on the way back home, I stopped by the bank to deposit my pay check and a third of the cash to cover the ticket price. The remainder... I'll hold on to buy my watch. It's been a long time coming... Macy's, you have a morning appointment with me this coming Monday.