The most amazing thing happened to my sister and I on Wednesday night. We were sitting in our waaaaaaaay up high nosebleed seats at the United Center, anxiously awaiting the start of the Coldplay concert whilst thumbing through the official Mylo Xyloto Tour program. I was reading an interview with lead singer Chris Martin where he discussed his long held disdain for corporate sponsors taking up the prime floor seats at his shows with their stiff suits and stingy inability to have any sort of fun.
I was reading about how the band prevented that from ever happening again by sending their roadies into the rafters before the show to find their REAL fans and bringing them down, front and center.
Then a man tapped me on the shoulder and asked, “Excuse me, are you a big Coldplay fan?” with a delightful English accent. “Why don’t you come with me, I’d like to ask you a few questions.”
HOLY BALLS, I thought to myself.
A few album name drops, a reciting of “Chris, Guy, Will and Johnny” and a proud display of the custom-made shirts my sister made for us that boasted our favorite Coldplay lyrics later, and this kind English gentlemen handed us two comped tickets. TO THE FRONT FRIGGIN ROW!!!
My sister started crying with joy, I pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming, and before I knew it, we were standing just a few feet away from one of the most fun, visual and musically stimulating concerts I’ve ever seen. All around us were other gracious, seemingly dreaming uberfans plucked down from the rafters. Every single one of us sure to remember that night in full, forever and ever.
I wonder if Major League teams have ever considered doing something like this for their fans. I am guessing no. But wouldn’t it be nice? Wouldn’t it be nice if our favorite big league clubs would simply do us a kindness? I’m pretty sick of seeing stuffy suits, collagen-plugged faces and Scott Boras sitting directly behind homeplate.
A man can dream right? Hey, sometimes, dreams come true.