It was my version of a Willy Wonka Golden Ticket. I got the call from my good buddy, Rob, 24 hours before the final game at this Welsh-Ryan Arena letting me know I was not only “in”, but I would be his guest, court side. You see, I had given up my season tickets for this season, inconceivable, I know, given my background. However, with three daughters in their prime activity years, my non-work hours are mostly consumed as a kids’ taxi service. The only thing worse, in my opinion, than not being a Northwestern season ticket holder, is being one who doesn’t fill the seats with purple.
Bringing Down Our Home In Style
