I polled some friends once who were fervent sports fans. If someone offered them free tickets to the Patriots, would they go?
The rejections were rather surprising. Who would want to travel the distance and pay an exorbitant sum to park, never mind the hassles of getting in and out of Foxboro? And if you happened to sit by some obnoxious fans, misery would have company.
By chance, if you sat in that monsoon that pelted the stadium recently, free tickets or not, you probably would have cursed the high heavens for ever leaving the house.
One of my boys sat through that 2009 blizzard when the Pats defeated the Titans, 59-0. It took a sun lamp at home to thaw him out, two hours after he left the parking lot. What’s more, he would have done it again.
After running out of options, I decided to make one last call. It would be to a former newspaper colleague, who passed the phone off to his son.
Twenty minutes later, they were rapping on my door, brimming with gratitude. The son got to take his girl friend, and I was off to a funeral with peace of mind.
Writer and photographer Tom Vartabedian is retired from The Haverhill Gazette. He contributes this regular column.