Last night was a rather interesting experience. Having found out that the Mavs were playing in the Bay Area for the first round of the playoffs against none other than Don Nelson’s Warriors, I thought I was destined to go, so I rounded up a couple friends and went to go camp out for tickets.
First of all, if you haven’t been to Oakland at night before, it’s shady. REALLY shady. We had a bit of problem getting to Oracle Arena in the first place and almost got kidnapped by a gypsy cabdriver.
We got to Oracle at 1 to find that no one was being let in the gates, and everyone was setting up camp outside the gates, a good 1/8th of a mile away from the ticket office. It was then that we discovered what kind of mess we were in. There was absolutely no system set up to determine the order of the line, and the security guards knew absolutely nothing. To make matters worse, Warriors fans aren’t exactly the nicest people, and they were willing to kill each other for tickets. For safety’s sake, I avoided revealing that I was cheering for the enemy.
By the time dawn had broke, we had been told that at 7, the gates would be opened, and there would be an all out melee to get to the ticket office. Worst. Idea. Ever. I might also mention at this point that some of us were on foot, but there was a large contingent of cars. Sure enough, as soon as the gates opened, a sea of humanity surged ahead and there was a mad dash to the arena, complete with cars swerving in and out of pedestrian traffic.
Finally, we reached the line and were forced to wait in tight quarters for another two hours before we had a chance to talk to a ticket salesperson, at which time most tickets were already sold out. We finally walked away with 2 pairs of obstructed view tickets and 4 standing room only tickets. Was it worth the 11 hour wait? Probably not, but we were too exhausted to care. This definitely tested the limits of my devotion to the Mavs. They better roll the Warriors.
Speaking of the Chronicle, check this out. Scroll down to the 5th paragraph.