What do you do when you travel all the time for baseball, but are stuck at home on lockdown? Besides cry? You do everything you can to bring the road to you, and that’s where Goldbelly comes in!
Putting on that uniform and taking the field, win or lose, is pure Viagra wrapped in cowhide and stitched in red. Goddamn, I missed it. But would this year be 3rd times a charm, or 3 strikes and you’re out?
I’ve collected ticket stubs for years, but in today’s digital age, paper stubs are few and far between, even more so for one-off shows and special performances, like September 8th in San Francisco. I designed an alternative a few months back for my baseball travels and figured I’d take a stab at Metallica’s S&M2, which…
The worst thing about buying tickets through an app? No, it’s not the fees, it’s that you don’t get a physical ticket! I got tired of waiting for StubHub and MLB to come up with a solution and made my own damn ticket! You can too, with this easy, free, and no strings attached download!
It’s all led to this. 17 of 35 shows and my Metallica ‘Black Ticket’ tour comes to an end.
The reality of Middle America has been loud and clear on my Metallica tour of America, and Birmingham, Alabama was just another example. I’d noticed the same thing through upstate New York and Pennsylvania last October. We are truly living in a period of haves and have nots. It’s a sad and eye opening reality driving into another town, like many I’ve seen this year, that is screaming for help.
Fresh off an East Coast string of shows and the World Series, my Metallica ‘Black Ticket’ tour continues to San Francisco and the lights of Las Vegas.
The are 3 primary things hurting baseball right now, and all 3 can be fixed and improve the game at the same time!
What do you do when your planned Metallica tour just ‘happens’ to line up with the World Series? You do both!
I was excited for my 2nd and 3rd shows of my Metallica “Black Ticket” tour — If Jason Vorhees didn’t kill me first!
My Metallica “Black Ticket” tour may start now, but the real beginning started with mullets, mustaches, and a bitchin’ Camaro. (None of which were mine.)
I’d dreamed about it for years. The “Summer of Doug”. While it wasn’t a full summer, it was an Aug that ended with a week of ballgames, Broadway, and 10 lbs.