In line online

Well, more like in a giant mob at a giant Southwest Airlines terminal where you're hoping somebody will come out and point at you and go "You! Here's your chance to throw lots of money at us! You have 10 seconds, go!" Since God forbid the Sox figure out how to do first-come/first-serve queueing for tickets.

In any case, at least we were better prepared than Amy, who takes a break to report she was on the elliptical machine at her gym this morning when she looked up at the clock and noticed it was 9:45:

I dash out, no shower, no nothing... race home like a fiend. Fortunately, I live 3 minutes from the gym (well, not fortunately.. if I didn't live 3 min. from the gym I'd probably never go, but I digress). So here I sit, sweating and disgusting and endlessly in the virtual waiting room. ...

She also provides the best reason ever not to upgrade from XP to Vista.

Peter Chianca is also waiting, waiting, waiting and makes me grateful I haven't had breakfast yet, even if I am getting a bit cranky from lack of food (that and the hard chair I am stupidly sitting on), because it's 12:15 and, so far, bupkes (then again, last year, it took until 12:30), and so I get to wonder why two games against St. Louis were the first to sell out.

Victoria Welch gives up after two hours, but not without showing us how she feels about the virtual waiting room.

The Library Despot offers a prayer to St. Isidore of Seville, patron saint of the Internet.

Zinke: I've got enough food and water with me to last for about a week.

Jeff proves somebody can actually get tickets this way. Peter got in at 10:03 (well, somebody had to, I guess).