The NBA draft was this past week and Scott, Courtney, and I decided it would be worth checking out. It just happened the Jazz had a draft pick in the top 10 so it was a very rare opportunity for us to see, and it just so happened that we were in New York for it! We scoured the internet trying to find tickets for the event, however, only hitting dead ends.

Nowhere was selling tickets.

After calling the Madison Square Garden ticket office, we learned tickets were only to be sold the morning of the draft, and would go on sale at 11:00 a.m. None of us were really sure what to expect... And all of us were very wrong to say the least.

Getting off the subway we were greeted with a line that was about a block and a half long. Didn't seem too bad. However... after an hour of waiting in the line and moving no more than twenty feet, we became a little weary.

As more and more people approached us, selling their tickets to neighbors in line for $30 +($15 at the door) and being told there were only 300 more tickets and none of us were going to get in, our hopes evaporated. sweat, on the other hand, came nowhere close to evaporation and instead was pouring down our faces in the 90 degree heat.

After three hours, an end was in sight. Only 100 people or so were in front of us, however, you could tell a shortage in tickets was near. We were herded into the box office like cattle, being cutin line by the annoying four kids behind us and the potentially mute man behind them - who was very sneaky.

We finally got our tickets and were back at 7:00 that night for the big event. In the end, the memories of the day were probably more fun than the draft itself... but now we have the memories to relive and the ability to say we have attended an NBA draft.