I was a just a regular guy with no connections, still am, and didn’t go to games a lot, but when I did, I was always up in the rafters, watching tiny players coming to life from my hockey cards, and they were so far away I could barely see their numbers.
I’d look down at the lucky people with great seats close to the ice, and I’d be jealous and tell myself that some day, I’m going to sit down there too.
Most of the time I couldn’t even get seats, let alone nosebleeds, and whenever I gave it a shot, I’d get rejected.