Last Ticket

It's the last ticket in the pack.

As a season ticket holder, you await that day in October when the mailman drops off your season tickets. You're excited for the first couple of November games .. then slog through 5 games in 13 days. Puttin' on your gold, driving to the BC, finding parking, ringing out Ahoya.

Early December has the UW game, so you got that going for you. But then there's the long cold march through OOC country to the promised land, the Big East season.

Around January you start counting down thinking, man, only seven games left. Five now. Just two more games left.

And then it comes to this day -- when you tear off that last single ticket, leaving the cover and spline so empty and lonesome.

I admit we missed a couple this year, but my wife and 8 month old son (today) made it to nineteen. At three hours a pop, that's nearly 60 hours. Whew.

Let's go Warriors. Let's put that last ticket to good use!