My first Super Bowl. My last Super Bowl. It was perfect.
During the third quarter of the AFC Championship game with the Patriots up three touchdowns vs Luck and co., I opened my laptop (something I never do during a Patriots game). I began to feverishly search for flights to Phoenix.
My girlfriend said to me “don’t jinx it, the game isn’t over” – the Patriots proceeded to go up a fourth touchdown. She said “you don’t even have a game ticket” – I told her things would work out and I owed my college roommate a visit.
With a plane ticket booked I proceeded to reach out to just about everybody in my network to let them know I was Super Bowl bound and was in the market for a ticket. I was hoping (against hope) that someone would come across a ticket and think of me.
Days went by and the prices on resell sites were going up and up and I had heard nothing from any of my friends, families, and long lost cousins (from Seattle).
My positive outlook was warranted as I got a call from a friend of mine asking if I would be interested in a ticket for face value. The answer, was obvious.
I was set – I had transportation, a place to stay, and THE ticket.