Folks,

So there's a new guy who plays drums in the cover band I play with. His name is Wyc and he's a cool guy. Here's a transcript of my first meeting with him.

Me: Hey, Wyc, right?

Wyc: Yeah, you're Joe?

Me: Yup. Nice to meet you.

Wyc: You too. So you're in Fooled By April.

Me: Yup, I play in the band and also work a crap ass MIT job to pay the bills. What do you do?

Wyc: I own the Celtics.

Me: Fair enough.

Anyway, yesterday Wyc wrote a bunch of us offering tickets to last night's game. I snapped up a pair and Jordan and I headed over to the Fleet Center after work.

We picked up the tickets at the will call window and I noticed we were in row AA. That sounds pretty good, right? I then noticed the tickets had a face value of $700. WTF? What kind of ticket has a face value of $700? Oh yeah, a ticket in the very first row, center-court, on the parquet.

God damn, it was awesome. It's a whole different game when you get that close. We could hear the players trash talking, calling plays and arguing with the refs. We could see their grimaces when they missed a shot and their half smiles when they heard someone call their name. You're so close you feel almost like you're on a playground with these guys, waiting for your turn in the pickup game.

After last night, it's gonna be tough to go back to the nosebleeds.