Are you a season ticket holder? I'm in section 230 and I'm able to get into the club area--several single game people were turned away and sent down to another location.
Partial Season ticket package, which basically means they gave us single games tickets to those games that are part of the package.
Are you a season ticket holder? I'm in section 230 and I'm able to get into the club area--several single game people were turned away and sent down to another location.
Partial Season ticket package, which basically means they gave us single games tickets to those games that are part of the package.
You'll have to make friends with your neighbors that are season ticket holders so they can loan you their ticket stub so you can use the concessions. That or make friends with the section steward. I made a point to talk with my section steward, I introduced myself and confirmed she'd be working that section every week. It's always good to be friendly with the staff. Going the extra step to be friendly with them seems to be appreciated. I think they tend to get treated poorly by a lot of people and when someone takes the time to make small talk with them they appreciate it. I ran up the stairs and high-fived her after Montero's last goal.
You'll have to make friends with your neighbors that are season ticket holders so they can loan you their ticket stub so you can use the concessions. That or make friends with the section steward. I made a point to talk with my section steward, I introduced myself and confirmed she'd be working that section every week. It's always good to be friendly with the staff. Going the extra step to be friendly with them seems to be appreciated. I think they tend to get treated poorly by a lot of people and when someone takes the time to make small talk with them they appreciate it. I ran up the stairs and high-fived her after Montero's last goal.
I'll do that when we get over to our "true" seats in 214 for our remaining 7 games. We were in 240 just for last night.
Just great.. it seemed confusing for those in the "family friendly" sections because you had to show your ticket stub to get in.. but once in... however much you want.. and there was never a line when I went up. I definately got my moneys worth.. a couple hot dogs, nachos, peanuts, and a couple sodas thoughout the match (I hadn't eaten before I got there). I knew I had come to the right place when I ordered a hotdog, peanuts, and two sodas and the guy behind the counter said "you only want one hotdog?"
The food was passable but I'll definately get my moneys worth in Jones soda alone.
Re: Your 3/19 Experience... « Reply #21 on Mar 20, 2009, 11:08pm »
Alright, here's my story: When I learned that a young Columbian from Deportivo named Montero might come to Seattle, my heart skipped a beat. I have watched more Libertadores, more Sudamericana and more Columbian league than anyone cares to know. As our club began to form and develop, I remained focused on the one person I knew could transform our city with one kick of the ball - the one person I prayed would not don a Real Betis jersey - the one person who could bring out the rabid, unbridled passion and enthusiasm of our little town that has been suppressed for so long. That's when I went to work...
I showed up on Thursday with a roughly 6x9 Columbian flag stashed under my shirt. I had one mission on my mind: support Fredy and John. I waved this flag with all my heart and soul. I let others wave it as well. Some knew what the flag was about, even asking if I was Columbian myself. Some had no clue but quickly caught on when I explained the significance.
When the game was over - after Fredy made our dreams come true with the opening strike, and after he buried the dagger ball into the corner of the net right in front of me - the team came down to the south goal to thank the crowd. With no voice and little strength remaining I picked up my flag, and with a whole f**king lot of heart I waved that thing like my life depended on it.
As he clapped to the crowd and suffered multiple and repeated rousings from his teammates, Fredy caught a glimpse of me and my flag. First he pointed, then a thumbs up, then a fist pump all directed solely at me. At that point my life was complete! The team left the field and many of us started to ponder life after the first game...but then something happened: A couple minutes later, Sounders started coming back out of the tunnel. Before I knew it I was high-fiving Seba, Sanna and it all became a blur. Suddenly, as I struggled to grasp what I was seeing, my Columbian flag shook and I looked down to see none other than Fredy Montero. He was standing in front of my flag as it hung down over the railing, almost to the ground. As a swarm of camera men collapsed on him, Fredy turned, looked up at me, and extended his hand. I grabbed it and said that only thing I could think to say, "Gracias, Fredy! Gracias, gracias, Fredy!" And that was all I could really say. Not because of my extreme lack of ability with the spanish language but simply because there was nothing more I could do at that point than thank him.
There was one more twist to this tale. Fredy had removed his rave green jersey and stood there triumphantly in his white undershirt. In a series of events that are still a blissful blur to me, Fredy tossed his jersey over his shoulder....
When I came-to, I held a cold, soaking wet piece of brightly colored fabric in my hands. Before so much as one thought entered my head, my face was buried in the shirt and I was nearly in tears. Those around me grabbed my shoulders, screamed in my face, reveled in the moment with me. I let out some guttural bellow I didn't know I was capable of and I stood there with this cloth - the field now void of team members - wondering if my reality was a myth, a legend, or simply an incredible dream.
Welcome to Seattle, MLS. Now you know who you're dealing with.
Alright, here's my story: When I learned that a young Columbian from Deportivo named Montero might come to Seattle, my heart skipped a beat. I have watched more Libertadores, more Sudamericana and more Columbian league than anyone cares to know. As our club began to form and develop, I remained focused on the one person I knew could transform our city with one kick of the ball - the one person I prayed would not don a Real Betis jersey - the one person who could bring out the rabid, unbridled passion and enthusiasm of our little town that has been suppressed for so long. That's when I went to work...
I showed up on Thursday with a roughly 6x9 Columbian flag stashed under my shirt. I had one mission on my mind: support Fredy and John. I waved this flag with all my heart and soul. I let others wave it as well. Some knew what the flag was about, even asking if I was Columbian myself. Some had no clue but quickly caught on when I explained the significance.
When the game was over - after Fredy made our dreams come true with the opening strike, and after he buried the dagger ball into the corner of the net right in front of me - the team came down to the south goal to thank the crowd. With no voice and little strength remaining I picked up my flag, and with a whole f**king lot of heart I waved that thing like my life depended on it.
As he clapped to the crowd and suffered multiple and repeated rousings from his teammates, Fredy caught a glimpse of me and my flag. First he pointed, then a thumbs up, then a fist pump all directed solely at me. At that point my life was complete! The team left the field and many of us started to ponder life after the first game...but then something happened: A couple minutes later, Sounders started coming back out of the tunnel. Before I knew it I was high-fiving Seba, Sanna and it all became a blur. Suddenly, as I struggled to grasp what I was seeing, my Columbian flag shook and I looked down to see none other than Fredy Montero. He was standing in front of my flag as it hung down over the railing, almost to the ground. As a swarm of camera men collapsed on him, Fredy turned, looked up at me, and extended his hand. I grabbed it and said that only thing I could think to say, "Gracias, Fredy! Gracias, gracias, Fredy!" And that was all I could really say. Not because of my extreme lack of ability with the spanish language but simply because there was nothing more I could do at that point than thank him.
There was one more twist to this tale. Fredy had removed his rave green jersey and stood there triumphantly in his white undershirt. In a series of events that are still a blissful blur to me, Fredy tossed his jersey over his shoulder....
When I came-to, I held a cold, soaking wet piece of brightly colored fabric in my hands. Before so much as one thought entered my head, my face was buried in the shirt and I was nearly in tears. Those around me grabbed my shoulders, screamed in my face, reveled in the moment with me. I let out some guttural bellow I didn't know I was capable of and I stood there with this cloth - the field now void of team members - wondering if my reality was a myth, a legend, or simply an incredible dream.
Welcome to Seattle, MLS. Now you know who you're dealing with.
Stop wearing that jersey and get it framed. I'm sure you're going to have the Front office folks coming looking for you and wanting that jersey. If they do, when they do I would only give that up if they're willing to give you a lifetime seat. That jersey is a huge piece of Seattle Sounders FC memorabilia. Lucky bastard--well done!
Stop wearing that jersey and get it framed. I'm sure you're going to have the Front office folks coming looking for you and wanting that jersey. If they do, when they do I would only give that up if they're willing to give you a lifetime seat. That jersey is a huge piece of Seattle Sounders FC memorabilia. Lucky bastard--well done!
After Torcedor's emotional post I cannot believe anybody suggesting to give it up for anything.
Stop wearing that jersey and get it framed. I'm sure you're going to have the Front office folks coming looking for you and wanting that jersey. If they do, when they do I would only give that up if they're willing to give you a lifetime seat. That jersey is a huge piece of Seattle Sounders FC memorabilia. Lucky bastard--well done!
After Torcedor's emotional post I cannot believe anybody suggesting to give it up for anything.
Adrian can be very persuasive, look at the team he's assembled here. I'm just trying to encourage him to get the best deal possible. Adrian is a bargain hunter, look at what we're paying Montero!
Alright, here's my story: When I learned that a young Columbian from Deportivo named Montero might come to Seattle, my heart skipped a beat. I have watched more Libertadores, more Sudamericana and more Columbian league than anyone cares to know. As our club began to form and develop, I remained focused on the one person I knew could transform our city with one kick of the ball - the one person I prayed would not don a Real Betis jersey - the one person who could bring out the rabid, unbridled passion and enthusiasm of our little town that has been suppressed for so long. That's when I went to work...
I showed up on Thursday with a roughly 6x9 Columbian flag stashed under my shirt. I had one mission on my mind: support Fredy and John. I waved this flag with all my heart and soul. I let others wave it as well. Some knew what the flag was about, even asking if I was Columbian myself. Some had no clue but quickly caught on when I explained the significance.
When the game was over - after Fredy made our dreams come true with the opening strike, and after he buried the dagger ball into the corner of the net right in front of me - the team came down to the south goal to thank the crowd. With no voice and little strength remaining I picked up my flag, and with a whole f**king lot of heart I waved that thing like my life depended on it.
As he clapped to the crowd and suffered multiple and repeated rousings from his teammates, Fredy caught a glimpse of me and my flag. First he pointed, then a thumbs up, then a fist pump all directed solely at me. At that point my life was complete! The team left the field and many of us started to ponder life after the first game...but then something happened: A couple minutes later, Sounders started coming back out of the tunnel. Before I knew it I was high-fiving Seba, Sanna and it all became a blur. Suddenly, as I struggled to grasp what I was seeing, my Columbian flag shook and I looked down to see none other than Fredy Montero. He was standing in front of my flag as it hung down over the railing, almost to the ground. As a swarm of camera men collapsed on him, Fredy turned, looked up at me, and extended his hand. I grabbed it and said that only thing I could think to say, "Gracias, Fredy! Gracias, gracias, Fredy!" And that was all I could really say. Not because of my extreme lack of ability with the spanish language but simply because there was nothing more I could do at that point than thank him.
There was one more twist to this tale. Fredy had removed his rave green jersey and stood there triumphantly in his white undershirt. In a series of events that are still a blissful blur to me, Fredy tossed his jersey over his shoulder....
When I came-to, I held a cold, soaking wet piece of brightly colored fabric in my hands. Before so much as one thought entered my head, my face was buried in the shirt and I was nearly in tears. Those around me grabbed my shoulders, screamed in my face, reveled in the moment with me. I let out some guttural bellow I didn't know I was capable of and I stood there with this cloth - the field now void of team members - wondering if my reality was a myth, a legend, or simply an incredible dream.
Welcome to Seattle, MLS. Now you know who you're dealing with.
Re: Your 3/19 Experience... « Reply #27 on Mar 21, 2009, 9:37am »
Torcedor - that is BEAUTIFUL! I saw the jersey tossed to you...congratulations! Frame it, brother. But first - track Freddie down and have him sign it!
Re: Your 3/19 Experience... « Reply #28 on Mar 21, 2009, 1:58pm »
Torcedor, it was really awesome. I remember us standing there chatting when the players came out. I believe Riley came over first and then Zakuani not too much later. Then the Golcedor! I remember being right on the rail for that one with people climbing onto my back! It was awesome. I was standing there doing my superman in the front of the crush and Fredy removes his shirt. I thought he was going to hand it straight to you! At first when he turned around I was gutted but when you came up with it all was well in the universe. I wish my camera still had memory so I could've captured the look on your face. Priceless doesn't quite describe it.
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