Dear Stan Kasten & The Lerners.
This city has sacrificed its finances, its land, its honor and its pride in order to get MLB to have a baseball team here in DC. This city, on behalf of the fans, have done things that even rock-band groupies wouldn’t do. The very least that you can do is get us our fracking tickets in a reasonable fashion. As it stands, opening night is a week hence, and I still don’t have my 20 game ticketbook, and I understand, that I’m not alone.
I remember growing up when the A’s tickets would come in early March. It was a great day. We’d take the packs of tickets out of the envelopes and check all the games. They’d then go in the lefthand drawer of the credenza til we’d get them out before driving into Oakland.
All through Spring Training, we’d know the tickets were in the drawer. It was the best feeling ever. As it is, I know we have our opening day tickets (us 20 game plan folks don’t get them as part of the plan and have to buy them.) but I’ve been waiting to get our ticket books from Adam before going out to Reston to get them. That day just keeps getting later and later and there’s no time to stare at the tickets with rapt joy before the season starts.
As it currently stands, your inattention to detail has gone farther than it ever should. It’s bad enough that our team may only win 50 games this year, but to further alienate your fans in this city is a recipe for disaster that you cannot afford. You need your season ticket holders as much as they need you. Nothing will make that more clear than seeing RFK half-empty on opening day. Don’t take us for granted, Mr. Kasten and Mr. Lerner. That would be unwise.
Regards from the 400 level,
This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs