« Reply #19 on: October 02, 2009, 03:21:51 PM »
Season Tickets, that is.
They came in today's mail, and they look great.
As we do every year, the Fat Kid and I sat on the couch and inhaled deeply of them.
We both agree. They smell like a championship.
I got my Pacers season tickets about a week ago.
They smelled like loneliness. Like the interior of a divorced woman's mini-van, or the crinkled pages of someone's handwritten fan fiction where they teach the cast of Star Trek how to play Magic: The Gathering. Like a "No turn on Red" sign, or a pair of Bugle Boy high waist jeans. Like a prevalent Star Wars tattoo or a Yinka Dare jersey. Like the Jersey Shore. Like a '89 Geo Metro. Like day-old, or even fresh, Pizza Hut. A faint smell of Members Only faux suede and Just For Men mustache dye. All capped with a musk of awkward spooning at sleepaway camp and splitting 10s at a blackjack table.
Smelled like bad decisions.
This might be the greatest post of all time.
Is it to late for this to make post of the year list??
I started this thread because I thought the same thing.
http://forums.celticsblog.com/index.php?topic=32049.0
If ChampKind gets POY, do I get the dime?
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