The Price of Fun

Last night we went to a Red Wing pre-season hockey game at Joe Louis Arena. Jim had four tickets for his work suite, but the company did not splurge on food for us because it was not a regular season game and we were not entertaining clients or anything. So, although our seats and drinks were free for the evening, we had to purchase our own snacks, and somehow we managed to spend a whopping amount of money on them. Ok, I do not really mean we, because Jim never once trudged down to a concession stand. Jacob and I made all of the refreshment jaunts, and I must say it is shocking how much they rip you off for food at sport venues. A family of four could easily drop, say . . . $40, on pretzels and ice cream and such, and that doesn’t even include any drinks. Or parking fees. And, if a family actually had to pay for tickets, they would end up spending $300 or more for a night of hockey. It can safely be said, therefore, that if Jim’s company did not offer their suite to us occasionally, we would never, ever get to see a Red Wing game in person. How do some families justify spending that much money on sporting events week after week anyway? They must truly be bona fide fans! Or spendthrifts. Or rich.

On a separate note, I asked Jim the other day if he ever reads my blog, and he replied dryly, “I don’t have to read it, I live it.” Cute.

Our view from the rafters, er, suite.

Jacob in the outer seating area. Jim is inside.