We'll Take Your Tickets, Brian

"Cake they may have, but not my Opening Day tickets!"

Brian McGrory, who normally seems like a sensible person, has a problem.

I was 0-5 in getting rid of my Opening Day tickets, the typical line of a Red Sox hitter.

Aw geez. That's rough. He begins by offering the tickets to a mysterious lawyer who doesn't work much (all the lawyers I know work like dogs), who declines because it just wouldn't be fun. He then offers them to four more people, all of whom he implies could go but just don't wanna.

I'm pretty sure Red Sox Life could move those tickets in a matter of minutes. Consider this an invitation, Brian.

His point, I think, is that Red Sox management should take heed; we weary fans won't fill that park forever. But then he undercuts that point by quoting a Sox official who watches ticket sales like a hawk.

This morning he appeared on Braude and Eagan (is that what they call that show?) on WTKK to discuss how the team is charmless, just overpaid guys cobbled together. There's no "narrative." He said that -- there's no narrative.

Might I suggest a narrative? A columnist with easy access to tickets fails to notice the price on those tickets, and to think what that price means to someone who has to struggle to pay for them (let alone get them, which can be tough). Such a person loses sight of the value of having them (and of having a job where you can disappear for the entire afternoon without consequence), and eventually can't even give them away. Awwww ... I feel terrible. This is like watching The Bicycle Thief on my home entertainment center with surround sound.

Brian, we're here to help. I'll bet some crazy person out there would even buy your tickets.