It has flaws, of course, but would greatly reduce scalping. Which means more real fans getting the tickets in the first place.

no, it just means more legalized scalping

pacino wrote:no, it just means more legalized scalping

How do you figure that? Under the current system, a guy in California can buy eight tickets to Pearl Jam or Flyers/Rangers online, mark them up 5x, and sell them on Ebay. That would be impossible with this proposed system.

Of course, a local scalper could buy a pair and scalp the extra for a big profit, or pay people to do so, but that's happening now. The current system is a complete free for all.

gernardi's is the only supermarket who sells the mint chocolate chip ice cream sandwiches.

do yourself a favor and tell your wife to pick up a box. they are supermarket brand (LUCERNE?), and they come in a 12-pack.

fuck it I'm gonna buy something

pacino wrote:really don't feel like doing this

A fan presents either the credit card used to buy the ticket or a driver's license at the gate, where it is scanned by an attendant.

The fan then receives a receipt-like printout that lists seat location and any other arena information, eliminating the need for a paper ticket. Both teams would have the ability to feature a coupon or offer on the printout or team news, such as welcoming a new player.

seems dumb

"Saving money is not the real reason for doing something like this," Luukko said. "It's more for customer convenience to allow people to swipe a card and walk in vs. having to carry tickets with them."

Is this some major problem of which I was unaware?
Pretty obvious money grab.

Well, as in almost everything else, the big plus for the venue is information retrieval, since every fan would have to make available-well, whatever the information the venue required, or is contained in the item swiped. They could then more precisely target marketing, including directly upon entering the venue by providing you with a "coupon or offer" (oh, or "welcoming a new player"-useful in keeping track of the Nationals bullpen, not so much for other teams).


An attendant still has to do a scan, as described above, and a receipt still has to be printed out, which doesn't seem to be a big saving in time, money or paper. But the profits should come down the line.

Personally I 'd rather worry about losing my tickets than losing my credit card or license, which I could see myself doing.

Ungodly athletes(as seen on Deadspin.) Complete with horrific grammar and spelling. And music.

The Deadspin article doesn't give you half a clue as to how awesome this is. Among the ungodly athletes are Bill McCartney, founder of Promise Keepers.

But all they have on Dennis Rodman is a little domestic violence and a tattoo of a nake woman.

Katarina Witt is condemned for posing nude, but I guess working for the Stasi isn't ungodly.

another UFL game is on VERSUS right now. JP Losman at QB with Doug Flutie as the color commentator (with former Eagles preseason announcer Dave Sims)

Michael Pittman, Odell Thurman, Dexter Jackson, Wendell Bryant...I see a few washed-up names out there....

I am a horrible human being.
We were waiting to get into the movie last Friday. Right next to the theater at the Susquehanna Valley Mall is the local FYE, so we went in to look at the used movies, music, etc. and Michelle went for the Disney stuff, I was looking for the original Dawn of the Dead because I like seeing movies with a Pennsylvania connection, and that was filmed at the Monroeville Mall. Plus it's Halloween.

Anyway, I begin to look through the used Horror DVD's, and I feel gas coming on. Nobody else is around, so I decide to let it go. Well, needless to say, my friends, 'tis was no fart. But I didn't know yet. I felt nothing strange.

A few moments later, I feel this strange object touch my calf. I shake my jean leg, and out rolls.... well, you get the idea.

I was mortified, and did the only thing I knew to do at that moment, in my panic.... which was run out of the store, immediately to the shopping mall's bathroom. No mess or anything. Strangest thing ever. I take care of business.

When I get out of the bathroom, the Mall's announcement that the stores are all closing begins to ring from the P.A. system, and I see Michelle standing by the FYE, glad that she got Snow White on DVD and some early Christmas presents for our niece and nephew. She asked what happened, so I told her. She got this real big-eyed look on her face and said, "you didn't. Brian. Tell me you didn't. You didn't."

Apparently when I ran out of the store, workers found my..... evidence. They wouldn't pick it up. They were having a conversation about it in the same row as Michelle, which included such lines as, "What should I do?" "Pick it up." "But I don't know what it is." "Maybe it's a candy bar." "Well, it kind of looks like one, but I don't know...." "Well, you found it, so you have to dispose of it." Michelle had no idea it was me, as I had disappeared from the store and she was busy looking at the DVD's.

I don't think I'm ever going back into this store again.

Oh. my. fucking. god.

o.m.g.

epic

this is why i tuck my jeans into my socks

Do Lutherans not have confession for things like this?

You need to watch the episode of Always Sunny, "Who Pooped the Bed?"

WOW!

Rev_Beezer wrote:I am a horrible human being.
We were waiting to get into the movie last Friday. Right next to the theater at the Susquehanna Valley Mall is the local FYE, so we went in to look at the used movies, music, etc. and Michelle went for the Disney stuff, I was looking for the original Dawn of the Dead because I like seeing movies with a Pennsylvania connection, and that was filmed at the Monroeville Mall. Plus it's Halloween.

Anyway, I begin to look through the used Horror DVD's, and I feel gas coming on. Nobody else is around, so I decide to let it go. Well, needless to say, my friends, 'tis was no fart. But I didn't know yet. I felt nothing strange.

A few moments later, I feel this strange object touch my calf. I shake my jean leg, and out rolls.... well, you get the idea.

I was mortified, and did the only thing I knew to do at that moment, in my panic.... which was run out of the store, immediately to the shopping mall's bathroom. No mess or anything. Strangest thing ever. I take care of business.

When I get out of the bathroom, the Mall's announcement that the stores are all closing begins to ring from the P.A. system, and I see Michelle standing by the FYE, glad that she got Snow White on DVD and some early Christmas presents for our niece and nephew. She asked what happened, so I told her. She got this real big-eyed look on her face and said, "you didn't. Brian. Tell me you didn't. You didn't."

Apparently when I ran out of the store, workers found my..... evidence. They wouldn't pick it up. They were having a conversation about it in the same row as Michelle, which included such lines as, "What should I do?" "Pick it up." "But I don't know what it is." "Maybe it's a candy bar." "Well, it kind of looks like one, but I don't know...." "Well, you found it, so you have to dispose of it." Michelle had no idea it was me, as I had disappeared from the store and she was busy looking at the DVD's.

I don't think I'm ever going back into this store again.

this needs to be saved. archived. cherished. put this in a glass case and preserve it for future generations of bsg'ers. they deserve that much.

I can't believe I actually posted that on here.

i'm dying

WHOA! My brother is assistant manager of that FYE! I'll have to call him in the morning