Stiener is on the DL for 2-4 weeks with back surgery. Today is the day, june 2, that the NY jets are going to call for the right to pick my seats for the new stadium and deposit $500 a seat for the 2010 season which is 15 months away. I will be sitting further and higher away then I do now after 29 years of being a ticket holder which pisses me off . At least I qualify for non-psl seats, a lot of my fellow jet fans, ticket holders for 25 years or so, are not going to have the oppurtunity to choose non-psl upper deck seats and be forced to make a choice between $7,500 PSL's and giving up the seats because long time holders ( 30+) who sit in the lower level are opting for upper deck seats to avoid the PSL. Do not be suprised that the Jets do not sell out for 2010 and are blacked out. Unlike Mr. Geary, and the Giant fans, most Jet fans will refuse to pay $10,000 a seat for the right to buy a ticket. That happens when your team continually dissapoints you.
Stiener,
Have to agree with you whole-heartedly. It seems to me to be a strategic error to make your loyal fan base, demographic, customer, whatever re-evaluate whether it's worth being a fan anymore. Being a football fan all my life, I never doubted it would be so until I croaked. This whole PSL thing has brought me to a place I never thought I could wind up... wondering if I should trash the whole idea of being a football fan.
I'm a capitalist through and through but when it no longer feels like an honest negotiation but some kind of anal rape without even the common courtesy of a little lube... well it makes you wonder. The loyalties to the sport, the team etc always to me seemed something deeper than just a monetary transaction and I think the teams and league would have been wise to continue to make their millions without rocking that boat. It has, for me, been a tradition, a lifelong habit and a kind of social glue that could cut across all kinds of boundaries to provide common emotional and conversational ground with so many different people. It has provided landmarks throughout my life and NFL events have been intertwined with other life events to create and intertwined tapestry. It hasn't been like other entertainment products that collect in the closet after a time, things that sit by my side as possesions but rather a series of threads in the very fabric of my life.
By this abuse and unseemly psycho determination to squeeze the very last possible nickel from us fans, they have reminded me that in the end it is just an entertainment product and there is a certain level of abuse that will cause me to walk away and find some other avenue for fullfilling my desire for vicarious violence. And once that bond is broken there is no going back to the way it used to be. Once that golden egg goose has croaked there is no avian defibrillator to bring it back.
I dearly hope that there is a blackout and a backlash and that the overzealous MBA's in the front offices get chased out of town by torch and pitchfork carrying mobs all across the country. Or perhaps the time has finally arrived for a competing league aimed at those of us who love football but don't want to feel like we're being abused as a payback for our years of loyalty and patronage. Whew. That was quite the mountain of metaphors eh? So whats up with the back?
Ken
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