I read in the News (LINK) this morning that a State Rep from Saginaw has introduced a bill to end the anti-scalping law in Michigan, which is an issue I have a strong opinion about (as a consumer). The apparent rationale being, it prevents consumers from recouping the total price they paid for tickets they can't use, it leads to unnecessary harrassment of sellers by law enforcement, and private ticket transactions should not be exempt from the forces of the free market.
I find these reasons to be disingenous and short-sighted, as nothing irks me more (when it comes to buying tickets) than brokers who buy large blocks of tickets only to resell them at a higher cost, for an easy profit on the backs of the general public. I read several articles before the Super Bowl about the shady practices of brokers, including how the average fan can effectively no longer attend the Super Bowl (at least not at a reasonable price, and by reasonable, I mean <$1000 per ticket).
Refusing to play the scalping game is why I watched the 1998 ice hockey national championship game from the TGI Friday's next to the Fleet Center, instead of in the venue, after traveling 8 hours from DC to attend. That, and because I was relatively broke at the time. Nevertheless, I've done my time on the front lines of the ticket scalping battle; I have the equivalent of an anti-scalping Purple Heart.
I'll admit, in advance, that I have no prepared counterargument to the question, "but why should StubHub be considered legal, if tickets can be sold above face value?" I would only say that StubHub isn't a broker or reseller of tickets, but a service to bring buyers and sellers together. StubHub has no say in the price of a ticket, but one could argue they're condoning or complicit in an otherwise illegal transaction (depending on State law).
While this is arguably OT, I suspect the MGoCommunity has an opinion worth hearing on this topic, given 1) many of us are avid event-goers, and 2) our collective experience with rising event ticket prices and other ticket-related expenses (cough, PSDs) since the 90s.
(As an aside, I was under the impression that University employees aren't allowed to use their University affiliation to support a political issue or campaign, but perhaps the quoted professor from UM-Flint was simply consulted for his opinion, as opposed to voicing his support through a proponent of the bill.)
Alright, I know everyone's thinking about it, but nobody's posting. For those Bowl veterans out there, what is the scalping environment typically like? Am I the only one who thinks the cheapest ticket being $97 is a little ridiculous?
Quick question, where is the best place to buy some tickets this saturday. My girlfriend has the day off and wants to go so I have to try and unload my ticket/ find one in my section or get two.
Dear Young Man,
You were the means to my first UM football game. Though the Event was very important to me, some friends and I were a little behind schedule. I distinctly remember marveling at how the stadium could hold my entire hometown. And my, the freedom of being around so many unattractive women. How carefree and joyful it was!
In our exchange, there was no need for names. I approached you somewhere on the way to the stadium. My friends had tread this path before and did not feel my apprehension. The remotely illicit nature of our transaction made Michigan's ovular stadium seem an ill-fit for this square peg, but things began anyway. Both your baseball cap and your introduction to puberty appeared new. You found humor in my mammoth beard and ridiculous glasses, but were polite enough to try and conceal it. Thank you for that, by the way.
I do not recall the agreed price for the tickets. I don't remember how much money I brought with me to see the game. But I do remember, after we were swept in a crowd of women who worried their purses were too big to comply with stadium rules, that I recounted my money.
"Jeff Smoker smokes crack!" said the black guy selling t-shirts just outside the stadium.
I had an extra twenty and was missing a George Washington. I shorted you 19 bucks, kid. I turned and looked for you. When I told my friends, they did the same. You were nowhere to be seen and the Brown Jug beckoned.
Yes, it is many years after the fact. And, to be honest, I don't wake up in cold sweats thinking about it. But during long drives, or when I get together with friends who rib and remind me about it, I feel bad. You were not had, child. I am just a clumsy idiot. Please forgive me for the mistake.