Graeme & Garret as a Baltimore Orioles Game.
There were no tickets to be had. After an hour of negotiating with a very small number of available scalpers
("I'm prepared to pay $15 each for six consecutive $30 tickets to this sold out game... Okay, how about $180
for any crappy tickets you've got that are within shouting distance of each other?") As we were leaving,
I stumbled across a wheeler dealer who felt pity for us and said he'd get us great tickets for whatever
we wanted to pay. I said "$15 apiece." We swiftly followed him past security (he flashed a couple of tickets
to several security guards that looked like they have care if he'd shown them a newspaper), and
then on a long walk to a well-guarded "players section" -- a fabulous place at center field reserved for
the visiting team to give to friends and family (no face value). On the way he told me,
"If anyone asks, you're my son." Okay... I shook his hand to thank him, cleverly passing
a cool 90 clams from my sweaty palm to his. After 15 minutes without arrest, we settled into our seats
and enjoyed a great game.
