Yes. We'll be there

Today the new, hottest ticket in town went on sale. No, I'm not talking about Coldplay (although I hear they are pretty big) I'm talking about the new Seattle Sounders FC.

And Just South of North's very own Brandon and Casey will be there.

Ok, ok. We won't be at every game (thanks to Brandon having that terrible 5 hour commute across I-90) But we did score tickets to two of the games.

We tried for three, but by 10:01 when I bought the tickets one of the games was already sold out. Maybe not sold out. But sold out of the $20 tickets on which two freelance journalists can afford. So we'll be going to those games and rooting for the new Seattle team in true style.

How much style? Brandon is going to paint his face neon green and blue, and I'm going to dye my hair neon green. Oh, and we haven't decided between jerseys or t-shirts for our apparel to the games. But either way it is sure to be the stuff of legends.

And you can bet your pants that we will blog about our experiences as fans of the new Seattle Sounders FC. Hopefully we'll meet Drew Carey.

Outside Magazine

I was stuck in the airport awhile back, and got bored. Very bored. Like start to count the number of rolling bags in the terminal bored.

Deciding I might be looking like a homeless man who just came in from the cold (yes, it was very cold outside, and yes, I haven't gotten a haircut in far too long) I decided to prove to the terminal workers that I indeed could buy stuff. So I decided to purchase a magazine.

I headed over to the incredible wall of magazines the clerk had. No joke, have you seen that selection? It makes a Barnes & Noble look understocked. Anyway, I started perusing through the magazines. Did you catch that? Perusing. That's my word of the day. Hope I used it right.

There I was, looking through magazine, after magazine. When I came across Outside. Now I have always been a lover of the outdoors. And one day I hope that I can get paid to write about them. But I figured, hey, until then why not read other people who DO get paid to write about their adventures.

I cruised back over to my bench. Now I looked like a homeless guy who came in from the cold and happened to find a magazine. I started reading. And I must say. I was impressed.

And then I found the insert between the pages. You know, those dumb postcards that readers either use as bookmarks or just throw away. Yeah, one of those. I looked at it, and realized that I had just found the legendary Golden Ticket that Charlie craved for. I had found my Golden Ticket.

For there, written in normal Times New Roman font was the words. For a subscription, fill out and return.

Now you're probably thinking, "Hey Casey, what is the point of this story?" Well I tell you, I'm getting there.

For it wasn't those words that turned that simple postcard into my Golden Ticket, but rather the words that were printed below it. They said, "A three year subscription, 36 magazines, for $36."

Now that is a deal. I had been getting letter after letter from Sports Illustrated, saying I needed to renew now or else. They even went so far as to threaten they would make Brett Favre come back another year if I didn't renew. Sorry guys. I didn't. And I won't.

The main reason is that while over the past four years of receiving SI, I did enjoy it. But not enough to renew my subscription for $80 for a year. I understand that it's a magazine a week. But that is just crazy for me to pay. I'll stick with my ESPN magazine. I kinda like the larger pages anyway, not to mention the cheaper prices. And now I'll have Outside. A buck an issue. For a great magazine. That is all this kid could ask for.