It just wasn’t meant to be. (originally posted 22-Jan-09)

I became a season ticket holder about 7 years ago, principally for one reason: to see my alma mater play without needing to scramble for tickets and sit in the rafters. For the first couple of years, it worked. There were the Saturday or Sunday games that were no problem to get to and even the week night games that I could reliably make.

Then something changed. Well, my job responsibilities changed. For the last three years, without fail, something would come up either the night before or the day of the game that would make getting there problematic or impossible. Begrudgingly, I accepted it as part of the job.

Last year, with not much happening at work, I thought I had a clear field. That is until my wife reminded me that her charity gala would be that certain Saturday night in February. Ugh. With no way out, I went to half the game, then left (with the score tied at the half) to attend the gala. I watched my blackberry for the balance of the night (a victory for our side by 3). Marital peace was achieved at the cost of seeing an exciting game.

Having lost my job in December, I felt confident that this year, of all years, I’d have an unobstructed shot at seeing an entire game next Wednesday. (The fact that my team is cover-your-eyes awful doesn’t deter me.) No galas or kid events on the horizon. I was cleared for landing.

So I’ve been talking to a company about a position I’d like. There’s been talk of getting together for further discussions in person. I got an email tonight. They want me to come to New York for the much-anticipated discussions. Next Wednesday.

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