I should really have this ticket framed – maybe put a picture of me next to it wearing a clown-suit. $64-fucking-dollars-and-60-fucking-cents for a Twenty20 match. Jesus. And Christ. And that was the cheapest option. The Family Zone, alcohol free – to pay the top price you’d get about three bucks back out of a hundy; fucking ridiculous. Look, the game was not bad and we won – and that’s good but the ticket-price just had me gobsmacked. I am just so far out of the loop. I love the cricket. And yet I’ve not been in years. But for a cut-price version of the game to be going out at Executive Prices seems criminal. I felt like I’d been mugged when I lined up to buy this. I’d love to know how the price got so high. Am I just brutally out of touch? Or is NZ cricket having an extra nice Christmas party with the very best coffee since they found so many mugs? I dunno man. Never again could I ever pay $64.60 or anything like that for a game. Which is a shame, because it was a great day and a good match result and about a 6/10 or 7/10 game. But it was all tainted by that absurd fee to pay. Fucking nuts. Stubs is an occasional feature here at Off The Tracks – looking back through the ticket-stub box and remembering how the show went down.