Those are the two words every sports fan hopes to mutter at some point in his or her life. My dad just got two season tickets to BYU football in the fall. Yes, I’m excited. But for him, I feel bad.
My experience with season tickets goes back to 2010, when I mistakenly flushed $500 down the toilet for the defending MLS Cup Champion Real Salt Lake.
I epitomized the bandwagon fan to the extreme, and looking back on it now, it may have been one of the biggest mistakes of my life. I know $500 really isn’t the end of the world, but I didn’t get my money’s worth.
I was in the spring semester 2010 at Dixie State, and I had just been accepted into the University of Utah for the following fall semester. I’ll skip ahead and tell you what you already know; I decided to stay at Dixie and not come up to Salt Lake City.
Well right after I was accepted into the U, I was still on a high after Real Salt Lake’s big win against the L.A. Galaxy in the 2009 MLS Cup. So cool! So naturally, as any sports fan in his or her early 20s would do, I bought two season tickets for 2010. I even made the mistake of quitting my job at Domino’s Pizza just a couple of months later. After all, I was getting ready to attend the U.
Thus began my weekend journeys to Salt Lake from St. George to attend soccer games. The first couple of months were great, and when school let out at the beginning of May, I set out to begin my new adventure at the U and going to Real Salt Lake games all the time. It was going to be the most epic college adventure ever.
Well, I changed my mind after visiting the U and decided to stick around Dixie. This also meant I had to keep driving from St. George to Salt Lake to go to Real Salt Lake games. I also had to get a new job when I decided to stick around. And when you’re selling cell phones in the mall, you can’t just leave on a Saturday to go watch a soccer game.
By July, I hated having season tickets and started selling them away, and sometimes just giving them away so they didn’t go to waste. Taking the day and going to Salt Lake and back from St. George is realistic, and it’s fun, but just as close as the two cities are to one another, they’re also far away.
That’s when I decided that season tickets are a bad idea. So, Dad, good luck getting up here for six weeks during the fall to watch your beloved BYU Cougars. Yes, I’ll get to go to a few of the games with you, but that drive is going to destroy you at some point.
Season tickets are like Jet Skis. The two best days of a person getting a Jet Ski are the day you buy one and the day you finally sell it. The two best days of a person buying season tickets are the day you buy them and the day the season finally ends.