Remember the difficulties I had getting tickets for a Yankees/Red Sox game this week? First I had tickets in some special section (with a roof, no less -- and that'll be important in a minute), and then I found out those tickets weren't tickets at all, but some sort of pass allowing the riff-raff to get a look at how the well heeled live and then GET THE HELL OUT before any baseball is played.
Then I found some pretty good tickets on another website and I was pretty happy with those seats. (I didn't bother telling you about how FedEx wouldn't deliver without a signature and the guaranteed "by 4:30 p.m. delivery" happened at 7:02 p.m. thus imprisoning me at home ALL Day, but as long as I'm bellyaching here, I might as well include it now.)
So, we have tickets for tomorrow night's game. Guess what? The weather tonight, and predicted for tomorrow night is in the 40's with fairly constant drizzle. This isn't enough rain to call the game and reschedule it for some lovely comfortable evening in the future. It's just enough to make sitting high up in the sky with a light, damp, chilly wind seem...miserable.
I'm currently dreading going to a game that I've put a great deal of effort and cash into. I suppose I could bring an umbrella and make sure I'll be murdered by the people sitting behind us...as if cheering for the Red Sox in Yankee Stadium won't be enough to get me hurled off of the upper tier.
Note: The first person to make fun of me for posting with such an obvious typo, (now fixed), is gonna get such a clout!