I love sports. Basketball, football, baseball, hockey, you name it. If it’s a true sport (and in my opinion that doesn’t include golf, NASCAR or the WNBA), than I’ve got big opinions about it. I love to watch sports. I love to talk sports. And as must be obvious from this blog, I love to write about sports.
I love the history of sports. I love the pointless and (happily) endless arguments about who was better than who and why or why not. Sports has added so much to my life. I enjoyed playing them so much in my younger years and have always and continue to enjoy watching them. Frankly, my brain is probably way too filled up with sports trivia.
I’m married to a wonderful woman who likes sports. While I never want to force them to do things they have no interest in, I hope to share my love of sports with my kids. I believe that either by following sports or playing them, that sports will add to the quality of my children’s lives. I believe sports (on a good day) teaches great lessons.
So, all that said, I found out over the weekend what the line is for me.
This is a true story. There I am driving around town running errands listening to what? Sports talk radio. A caller calls in to complain about the price the New York Jets are charging for “private seat licenses”.
For those of you that don’t know, the Jets and Giants will soon be moving into a new stadium. Both teams have decided to charge all current season ticket holders a “private seat license” fee. Basically, it’s blackmail. If you want to keep your seat in the new stadium, then you must cough up a one time fee for the privilege. In other words, in the Jets’ fan’s case, it’s not enough that he’s been a loyal season ticket holder for years and has had to endure years of bad football and no championship since 1969, now he’s going to have to write the Jets a check for just the right to hold onto his seat.
It’s a really sucky move by both franchises, but that’s not the point.
The point is that the caller in question went on to say that now that he’s heard the Jets might acquire Brett Favre, he’s going to pay the “private seat license”. After all, he doesn’t want to miss out on the Favre months. Ok, still not that amazing right? I mean why blog about this?
Here’s the amazing part. This caller said that in order to pay the Jets’ seat fee he was going to dip into his 401K. And there was my line.
I love sports. But, not that much.
My parents always taught me that if you want to go out, then you should be prepared to pay for your fun times whether it’s the movies, a restaurant or a vacation. Fun costs money and so does running with the big boys. They also taught me that sometimes you’ve got to stay home, especially when you can’t afford the price of your fun. You stay home when you can’t afford to run with the big boys.
Now, I know we Americans love our debt. But, I can’t believe someone would chose to dip into their 401K to pay for Jets’ season tickets. Talk about bad priorities.
Call me crazy or not sports crazy enough, but why not just watch the Jets on TV and have a nice retirement?
I guess the caller preferred the prospect of working on the fry line at McDonald’s at the age of 80 while muttering to himself about how the Jets coulda won it all if only Favre hadn’t thrown that last second interception in the divisional playoffs…
Whatever. Hopefully while he’s doing that, I’ll be warm and snug at my fully paid off home talking with my wife about the times we saw the Giants win the Super Bowl at home on our TV.
Tags: 401K, Brett Favre, Football, humor, life, New York Giants, New York Jets, NFL, nonsense, Retirement, Seat License, sports, work
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