My 1 inning date with Arbusto

So last Friday was horrible.

It was supposed to be nice. First let me explain, I am in a group of guys who have season tickets to the Twins. We get an allotment of games depending on how much we paid. The problem is though we got the tickets the day before the season started, there are 12 of us, and we can never get together to meet to pick dates for tickets. So right now we have this god awful system where we pick by email, send it on to the next person, he picks, etc. Rinse, repeat and start all over again. Well we are a few weeks into the season and we still haven't finished picking tickets. This means the guy who is in charge has all of the tickets and cannot distribute all of the tickets until he finds out who is going to what game. So what do you do with the games that are happening now? Good question and that is where the cluster fuck-up happens. He gives them to you either day of the game or day before the game.

Flash-forward now to Friday. I had tickets to the Twinkies vs TB Devil Rays. Santana vs Kazmir, a great pitching match-up and Morneau was getting his MVP from last year. A great game. Well I had signed up for one of the pairs (we have 4 seats total but divvy up the tickets by pairs) and no one else had claimed the other pair. I get a call from the ticket distributor to go pick up the tickets from his brother.

His brother is a bartender at a fairly busy bar in St. Paul, and oh yeah I had no idea who is brother was or what he looked like. So in my suave James Bond character mode I went into the restaurant, stepped up to the bar, and surveyed the scene. I saw the guy who had to be his brother and the conversation went down exactly like this:

Me: Are you Craig's....
Him: Yes. Tickets?
Me: Yes
Him: (slides over a manila envelope to me)

I felt like I had an assignment to kill someone contained in the envelope. Instead it contained 4 tickets. Yep 4 not two. I was confused. I had only asked for 2, but I thought he must have not have been able to find someone else for the other pair so he gave them to me. I logically came to this conclusion because in all of the emails no one had signed up for that pair, and the game before he had to give away a pair of tickets because no one wanted them or could go. So I assumed they were mine. To double check this assumption I called the all mighty ticket distributor. I got his voice mail and told him to call me back immediately.

Then Arbusto showed up and it was time to go to the game. By this time I had waited 15 minutes and had not received a call. (I used my home phone and not my cell because I don't like to give my cell out. This will come evident why soon.) Arbusto invited one of his friends Utah, so I had one extra ticket. When we got to the game I scalped the ticket.

Arbusto waited outside for Utah, and I went in because the game was starting. I had a great conversation with the guy who had bought the scalped ticket and found out the scalper made a nice profit. Arbusto then enters with Utah, and we all settle in to watch the game.

First inning finishes. Then I hear from the aisle, "Hey Furry what the hell? Where the hell is my pair of tickets?" It is someone who I know is part of this whole season ticket deal, and I have no idea what the hell he is talking about. I get up and walk to the aisle so this guy does not keep shouting and because he is making quite the scene. Let me describe this guy: short, way oeverweight, beard/scruff, mid 30's, thinks he knows baseball but doesn't, and had his 4 year old daughter with him.

As soon as I get into the aisle he bombards me with insults and questions as to where his tickets are. I explain I had no clue he was going to the game. He then says, "What the fuck you don't check your messages? What asshole doesn't check their messages? How stupid are you?" All while his daughter is standing right next to him. I tell him I would be more than willing to exchange the tickets he had bought for my seats. Since I very well couldn't make the guy who bought the scalped ticket, nor Arbusto's friend who drove 30-40 miles to get there, leave. I said Arbusto and I would give up our seats. He then informs me he was let in by security and does not have tickets. He continues to insult me.

At this point I see this is only going to get worse if I do anything else. I give him Arbusto's and my seat. We leave.

I get home and listen to my voice mails. He left me 3. Including the last one, which only said, "How stupid are you?" I then called the ticket distributor guy and told him the situation. I said it was a huge fuck up, let's not let it happen again, and that I did not appreciate Fuck Nut insulting me and leaving harassing messages.

Saturday I get home after helping my brother with a morning hot air balloon flight, and low and behold Fuck Nut has left another message here is what it said:

"I want to give you the opportunity to say what you want to say to me and quit harassing Craig with all the childish kind of crap. If you have something to say to me then call me. Don't go calling to Craig he isn't your Daddy is he or something, or I don't know is he your Mom? Why don't you just call me and tell me what you need to tell me, alright big guy."

Those are the exact words. First off this guy is one big Fuck Nut. Secondly YES IT IS CRAIGS PROBLEM, he is the one with the tickets, he is the one who gave me 4 and didn't explain it, he is the one who hasn't finished the draft before the season started.

Afterwards on Saturday I googled this guy to see what he does for a living. I did not find that, instead I found a court case for him being arrested for drag racing.

Yeah my weekend sucked. It sucked even worse when my grandma, mom, nephew (3 years old), and cousin (5 years old) went to the Twins game only to find Craig forgot to leave them their tickets.

P.S. Sorry SouthernCanadian for not calling back, and no I really wasn't mad at you, in fact good thing you didn't go to the game with us.

P.P.S. Furry may actually have a real date, sorry Arbusto you are too loose for me. I am sure I will have more Furry happenings to report about, God knows I can't have a normal date, even if it is a joke and with Arbusto.