In 1995, the future Mrs. DDB put our bicycles on the roof of her beat up Nissan Sentra and drove around the country. Literally around (though she did the first part of the loop with a friend). We barely had two nickles to rub together so we stayed in very cheap motels and sometimes in the car and then found interesting places to bike.
We were staying north of Seattle biking around the San Juan islands when I thought it might be fun to see if we could get tickets for game 3 of the ALDS. Even though there was all kinds of excitement about the series because of Seattle's history of futility, with the Yankees up 2-0 tickets were really cheap. We got crappy seats in the outfield for less than I think we paid for parking. We had such a great time that we decided to try again the next night and it was completely different. With the series at 2-1 tickets were prohibitive. There was kind of this one area where all these scalpers were hanging out and we were trying with futility to find something we could afford. Anyway, some guy came and told us that the night before they were actually releasing face value tickets at the box office an hour before the game. So, I walked up to the ticket window. Nobody was there. I asked if there were any tickets and she told me there were two left right behind third base for some amount of money that was crazy for us at the time. I think probably like $70 a ticket or something. She said they were the only two left.
Anyway, long story short, that's how we ended up seeing one of the greatest games in MLB history from amazing seats. We watched the Ms take the series the next night on a crappy black and white tv in a very cheap motel whose rating in our Triple AAA guidebook was way too high. One of those memories you'll never forget. We had watched a very similar tv in a very similar motel a few nights earlier in Portland when they announced the OJ verdict.