If there is one thing that is not a secret to Mets fans it is that the 2013 All-Star Game is going to be played at Citi Field. Now, I have to be honest upfront. In general, attending sports events is one of my biggest vices. I enjoy watching a game on TV as much as the next person but not nearly as much as being there. And I call it a vice for a reason; I would say I have spent an ridiculously disproportionate amount of my life’s earnings on tickets. Clearly a great amount of my most precious commodity – time – has been spent at parks, stadiums, and arenas. But I am not remorseful about it, life is to be lived. For me going to games is that high on my value chain. I wanted to start with that preface, because this is where I am at with the All-Star game: I can’t get over the price, and I haven’t been able to bring myself to purchase tickets.
It’s a dilemma for me. On one hand nobody in the family has been to an All-Star game, a Home Run Derby, or any of it. On the other hand, there are four of us and to go to one day’s events will be difficult to do for less than $1,500. What I am finding is a battle between my desire to just go, and the hard fact that I find this the most illogical purchase I have ever encountered. Sure, it might never be back in New York in my lifetime. But one day is a glorified batting practice; the other is a glorified exhibition game. In my value system I cannot equate it to a playoff game and playoff games are cheaper than this. I’m not easily shocked by prices, I have lived in New York my entire life, but these prices shock me.
But again, in my heart of hearts I do want to go. And then as I figure this must be one game that MLB knows how to price and also sellout, I wonder – what am I missing? So I think about buying tickets again. But then I don’t buy them, and the whole cycle begins again.
This won’t end, of course, unless I cave or until the game comes and goes. Maybe subconsciously I’m waiting for something or someone to help me make the decision. Like Matt Harvey being named starting pitcher, or David Wright winning the vote. Or I’m kidding myself and caving is inevitable. Or perhaps finally, after all these years, I’m growing up a little, getting responsible.
No, it can’t be that.