During the holidays, when we were all together so often, John, Eric, David and I decided we would form a consortium (well, a sort of consortium) and go in together to buy a pair of season tickets for the Giants' upcoming baseball season. We made plans for how we would split the tickets, and we hoped to get maybe two more people to join us. We checked the team's website, and found out how much money we would need. The site said that a two hundred dollar deposit would be required.
Then, after the long holiday weekend we called to put down our deposit and get the details. It turns out the deposit will get us on the waiting list. There are already 2,000 names on the waiting list, and the team doesn't expect any of last year's season ticket holders to give up their seats. In other words, it wasn't going to happen for us.
Well, this was deflating and disappointing. Here we are, looking forward to seeing at least fourteen games each live at the ballpark, and now we weren't sure we'd be going to any.
Last season, we went to several games on bus trips. The travel companies bought group tickets, which are more readily available, and we paid premium prices, more than double the ticket value, to be taken to the back door of the ballpark. Eric was also able to buy tickets to a few games when individual seats went on sale, and we took the ferry to those.
This year we'd hoped to have an easier time scoring tickets. We'd had a chance to get on several bus trips, but we turned it down, thinking we would own our own tickets to all the games. When that didn't work out, we started scrambling for whatever tickets are available for this season.
Individual seats are not on sale yet, but some of the bus trips still had openings. We're paying heavily for those, but at least we will be at Pacific Bell Park a half-dozen or so times. Whatever other tickets come our way as the season goes on will be considered a boon, a bonus, a beneficence.