Yet Another Playoff Ticket Payoff Attempt

I thought I should take one last stab at making it onto the Celtic's Dancers team. Originally I was trying to make the team so I could earn a few extra bucks to cover the cost of my playoff tickets. But now it's personal. I'm good enough, I just know it. Every team needs someone who's a little chubbier, a little more surprising than you'd expect(hellooo, Big Baby much? And I know I look great in all of these balcony shots but you'd be surprised that I sometimes use Photoshop. I'm just being honest. I don't want to deceive my fans.). So I donned my official Celtics-issued parachute and, during the last regular season game on Wednesday, April 16, 2008 (HAPPY BIRTHDAY BALCONY GUY!!) I took the plunge.

Everything was going pretty smoothly as I careened in and prepared to get right into their act.

This picture only LOOKS like I was trying to land on Donnie Wahlberg. If I really wanted to meet Donnie, I would have marched the gazillion flight of stairs (seriously, do you know how long it takes to get down there and back? And how you really need to be in shape just to sneak down to the court from WAY UP HERE?) and had Neil Diamond The Man introduce me. It's not like I don't WANT to meet Donnie Wahlberg. It's just that I'm not all ga-ga over celebrities. Which is sad, if you think about it. I'd be the perfect seat mate on a plane or at a Celtics game for any number of celebrities. I wouldn't bother you for autographs. I wouldn't want to take my picture with you. I wouldn't even name drop like I do with The Man. Really, you might get a cute moniker just like The Man but that's as far as it goes. I'm just so casual about these things. I have yet to mention the names of the men that I sat with when I sat in The Man's seat even though they are very well known. And I've not at all mentioned The Man Next To The Man who maybe, someday, will have an entire post devoted to him when I can come up with something to say about the Irish season ticket holder who sits on the floor at the Celtics games.


And While I'm rambling on, I should just point out that Donnie Wahlberg should in no way be confused with Donnie Marshall.










Anyway, after what will be forever known in my mind as The Wahlburg Incident, I got back on tack and was in for a perfect landing.







I only covered a few of the girls with my parachute and I was only slightly off in the formation. All in all I think it was pretty great that I even got out there in front of that crowd.



Now, seeing as I don't and won't drop names, I'd like to continue this tale and mention that A PLAYER made me really feel welcome during this whole parachuting incident. A PLAYER is, as it turns out, a huge fan of little 'ole me. He immediately ran onto the court to give me a hug. If you click on the photo you'd be surprised to see that it looks like he's about to punch me but no, he was just coming in for a hug. I swear.

And while you're looking at the picture take a look at those kids who get to sit Right. Next. To. The. Cs. Bench. And the jealous man sitting behind them. How do you score those tickets? Anyone?



Again, I digress. A PLAYER asked for MY autograph. It was so sweet. Then he went to toss me the ball to sign and his arm came off with the ball. I was trying to hide my mortification so I ran to get it for him. He was so nice about it and seemed only a little embarrassed when I turned around to hand him his arm.






A PLAYER would have gotten my vote for 6th Man if Rajon Rondo hadn't scored big on that already. Congratulations to Rondo who now owns one of the greatest M&M'S® bowls in the world.

Car Wash to Raise Money for Celtics Playoff Tickets

It's no secret that I'm working on ways to pay for my Celtics playoff tickets. I've tried to become a Celtics Dancer - they sent a lovely letter telling me to try again next year. Apparently my belly button isn't real enough for them. I've tried growing a ticket tree and I've almost put up a paypal button so people can just contribute already. I realized I was fresh out of ideas.

I needed the help of someone who could really care less about the Celtics. And let's face it, we all have many people in our lives who could care less. If it were the Red Sox I was talking about then the line of good pals would be down the block. But this is the Celtics. There are still only a handfull of us that care. Perhaps it's that there are only a handful of us that believe? Everyone else doesn't want to get their hopes up. But that's a post for another time since I don't want to discourage those of you who only come here for the pictures.

The person who came to my mind when I realized I had to fund raise was my Best Friend Forever. This is a gal who got 5 of her neighbors to fight over who would remove a skunk family from beneath her shed. She successfully raised money for a drumming scholarship to MIT for needy drummers (I know, what the heck is that about?). Last month she held a highly renowned book drive for her local library and was able to bring in thousands of old Mac and Windows manuals dating back to 1994. This is a gal who knows how to get things done.

So this weekend, while also pondering what goodies the Easter Bunny would be bringing to my house, I called my BFF on my awesome ME phone and she came right over. Remember, you can click on the pictures to get a bigger version. Then click the back button to come back here. I'm tired of getting emails about how you people clicked a photo then got lost in the World Wide Web.

We chilled in the hot tub, tossing back tequila in over-sized tea cups because my neighbors are really nosy and I'd much rather they think I'm a tea junky than a lush.

We decided to have a car wash. My BFF made a great sign and walked around attracting customers.

First in line to show his support was Balcony Guy with the Balcony Bus.

He was even so sweet as to bring me one of those great car wash Mitts. *Sigh* He is so supportive. Just look at him cheering me on.

He invited some friends to help out, too, and they were more than happy to be here to help their friend Balcony Guy get to the Celtics playoffs.

Here's his best bud helping out my best bud. So sweet.

I managed to get this shot of his undying gratitude. Don't you just love when the audio becomes visual?

Balcony Guy was key to getting the small cars washed in short order. He had a great time with most of the customers. This guy, however, was more interested in his PDA than in the handsome fellow cleaning his car.

We had positioned ourselves near a construction sight and we got lots of big trucks that way. I highly recommend this to anyone else considering a car wash.

Those big trucks take longer but the men sure do appreciate the work. They all took the time to shake my hand.


Unfortunately this one gal got the wrong idea. She had been hanging out in her man's dump truck and was she ever pissed. She totally jumped out and attacked me.

While this didn't thrill me, I did like earning a little extra for the impromptu wrestling match.

I'm proud to report that we earned enough cash to get through a couple of playoff games! I'm saddened to report that after treating our friends to dinner and drinks for their help and devotion, and having to get my hair and nails redone, we're almost back to square one. Guess it's time to come up with another fund raiser. Anyone have any thoughts?

Another Attempt at Raising Money for My Celtics Playoff Tickets

Oh, have I been an industrious little Balcony Gal. I've been racking my brain for weeks now to come up with the best plan to raise money for my Balcony Seats during the Playoffs. I've gotten emails in regards to things I should try but most of them aren't appropriate to post here *blushes*.

Balcony Guy and I thought long and hard and came to the realization that we should sell a few of our regular season tickets. Oh, before you think we're doing something underhanded, take a deep breath. We sell them to friends at face value. You want a chance to get a pair of these babies? Then you've got to prove your friendship and have a love for the boys in Green. You don't have to send me bottles of my favorite tequila (Milagro Anejo). You don't have to purchase a weekend getaway for me at Kripalu. You don't have to send the Balcony Girls gifts. You don't even have to beg me to put a paypal button here so you can donate $2.75 toward the cause. I can't be bought that easily. I gave up being easy years ago. (what, did she just say that?)

So in a move to beat all moves, we sold tickets to the Wednesday night game against the Pistons. Well, we didn't exactly sell them. I traded them. I set out to sell them but some guy from a well known Celtics blog site convinced me that I should trade them for some magic seeds. I brought them home and Balcony Guy was a bit upset, to say the least, but once I let him rub my feet he turned around and agreed this could be a good thing.

I got to work planting the seeds last night.



It was a lot of work so I did take a break at one point. Notice how I'm still happy and gesticulating in the only way I know how.



And then I went to bed and awoke to one of the most beautiful sites in the world. No, it wasn't a money tree. It was a TICKET TREE! OHhhhh. MYyyyy. GAwwddddd. Celtics tickets. And they were EVERYWHERE on this tree.

I had no idea it was really possible. Celtics Tickets on a tree. Right there in my bedroom. And not only does the tree grow tickets, it also grows clothes pins. How friggin' handy is THAT?


OH this is just too damn exciting. I can sell all of these tickets and that would help defray all costs of attending the Celtics Playoffs. Wooo hooooo. Could there be anything better right now? Oh yes, there can. There's another tree. That poor sucker from the well known Celtics blog gave me seeds for another tree. It has balls. It sprouts balls. It grows balls. A damn ballsy tree.



But I must stop here and leave the Ball Tree for another post. I'm just too tired from harvesting the fruits from the Celtics Ticket Tree. It's not easy raising money.

Celtics and Cavs Part II

Or Gino's Back and Other Highlights

Yes, it's true. Gino is back. When there was 2:49 left in the 4th the Garden erupted to the American Bandstand sounds and sights of Gino and company. It felt nice. I don't know why Gino dissapeared but it's so nice to see his return.

My seat WAY UP HERE allows for some good photos (if the lighting is right, if I'm taking a shot of something right next to me, or if I let someone else take the shot). Since I like to use photos that I've taken you'll just have to put up with mine.

There are people that think Lucky is a lame mascot. I've even heard rumor that he's egotistic. But you have to give him credit: that boy can fly through the air with precision so you can't dispute his athleticism (that mean you). I'm trying really hard to keep from making comments about his tight little butt flying through the air.

Here are some shots of Paul doing what he does. His face can be so fierce.

I almost forgot a very important photo. For the back story just go here.

There will be more but for now this will have to do. I have to get to work on my next money making scheme to pay for my playoff tickets. I'm open to ideas...

Raising Money For the Celtics Playoffs

Balcony Guy and I bought our Balcony Seats because. No need to explain that. We love going to the games for many reasons and one of the best is that it's DATE NIGHT. Oh, love me some date night. We're pretty busy around the Balcony House and since becoming parents 3+ years ago we just don't get out often. So DATE NIGHT is wonderful.

Now we've got to think ahead to the Playoffs. DATE NIGHT is going to be a little different. See, the price of our Balcony Seats goes up so I've got some work to do.

I'm trying out for the Celtics Dancers. They've gotten so good that certainly they can teach me. Here's my try-out outfit.

Balcony Guy is all set to drive me to my audition.

After my audition amongst the dancers and Lucky (please note this picture was taken by Balcony Guy last year when I did the take-a-shot. The Dancers didn't wave their sparkly pom poms then. So really this is me superimposed on me.)...



...I was so beat, yet exhilarated, that we decided, "What the hell, we've got a sitter. Let's go out to dinner!" So Balcony Guy drove us out to a restaurant. I didn't have a change of clothes.

We settled in at the table.

The waiter was so nice.

I had a small glass of wine.

Balcony Guy upsized his fries.

Then we went home.

I'm still waiting to see if I got the gig so I can pay for my playoff tickets. Vote for Balcony Gal wherever you may have a chance to vote!

Celtics Playoff Tickets

I'm not even going to talk about the past three games. I'm going to hold my head up and look ahead. To the playoffs! I hadn't been thinking about them but then this came in the mail today (see picture over there on the left).

OH BOY! The adrenaline as I was tearing that big envelope open, I tell you, was flowing fast and furious. My heart was pounding. I was probably giggling. What a thrill! Then I saw the prices.

See, this is how it works for those of you dying to know. You buy your season tickets through the Celtics office. Oh, and in case you want to get yours for next season you can contact Ryan de La Bruere (don't try to pronounce it...just ask for Ryan) at 617-854-8014. Tell him Balcony Gal sent you and maybe he'll stop by my seat with a hot dog coupon. Really, those are good hot dogs.

So anyway, you buy your seats and then they are yours for the whole season. YOURS. It feels so good. Even if you only have half season tickets (like us) no one else can claim your seats. And when the playoffs role around, you get first dibs on YOUR seats. Mmm hmmm. We now have dibs on our seats. Will we take them? Will we commit? We're required to pay for the first two rounds up front then we can pay for the next two rounds probably the week after, or something like that.

I won't hold you in suspense: OF COURSE we'll take them. But man, is it a hit to the wallet or what?

Balcony Gal: Um, ouch. That's a lot of money.
Balcony Guy: Wow, that's totally reasonable.
Balcony Gal: Um, we're going to have to come up with that money.
Balcony Guy: No problem. You can take on a few extra projects. [because, you know, extra freelance projects fall from the sky whenever money is needed]
Balcony Gal: [because I don't want to give up the chance to see the playoffs] Of course I can!

Balcony Gal and Balcony Guy then dance around the kitchen. Probably giggling. The End.

Except it's not the end because now I need to find extra projects. Maybe I'll just audition for the Celtics Dancers? Of course, I'll have to get rid of the Pollard Hair. And maybe learn to dance. And I may offend that woman who thinks the dancers are pornesque. Damn. Stay tuned for the plan.