Die Scalpers!
I’m writing a post today to voice my frustration at those who purchase season or single game tickets to the Chicago Blackhawks for the purpose of resale.
I get it, it’s Economics 101, supply and demand. But it doesn’t make it suck any less. My frustration is compounded even more by the fact that for the first time in years, the Blackhawks are actually playing a game on my birthday. 300-level tickets are going for 3x face value. Honestly, if I’m going to pay 150 or more for a seat, I’m going to be sitting in the 100 or 200 level. Maybe I’d pay 150 or more for a 300-level seat if it were the Stanley Cup Finals, but let’s face it this game is against Atlanta!
Another frustrating side-effect of the Blackhawks’ success is that when I go to a game, it’s more or less transformed into Wrigley Field Southwest. One game we went to, there were some Lincoln Park Trixie-like floozies kissing each other and taking pictures. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a guy, I certainly dig girl on girl action (we all have our proclivities), but I’m paying x amount of dollars to see a hockey game. And dammit, I’m going to see a hockey game, not some attention-seeking whores make asses of themselves.
Sadly, I think I might have to get my hockey fix over on the Northwest Side with the Wolves.