Dear BC Gold Pass,
Come on. Since when is it ok to demand that students go to sporting events that don’t particularly pertain to their interests? If I don’t have the time, or the capacity, to attend a men’s soccer game, for example, then I shouldn’t be penalized for those “coveted” points. The point system you have is a vicious, vicious cycle. If I don’t have enough points to attend a certain game, then I’ll lose those potential points from said game and therefore lack points to go to a different game. It’s MADNESS.
Your turbulent cycle especially caused concern for myself, and others, with the BC vs. BU hockey game last year. I was unable to attend this HIGHLY anticipated game because I didn’t accumulate enough points from going to “point”less games. See what I did there, Gold Pass? What exactly did I spend my money on if I can’t even attend our biggest hockey game? I didn’t pay money to not go to games; I can do that for free. “Student capacity.” Psh. You should see Hillside on a Monday morning.
Speaking of being stingy, are you really making us swipe in at the game AND check in on our phone? Could this requirement stand as the new definition for “redundant”? I feel for my fellow Eagles who have to trek through BC sporting events without a smartphone. “Checking in” to the game for anyone is a process. Swiping in at the game, or checking in, should be enough. Not both. How demanding of you.
Although this topic could have an entire letter of its own, I want to address tailgating. The mere act of buying a BC football ticket has the cultural connotation of tailgating attached. Being told that tailgating is now an “exclusive” event really hurts, Gold Pass. The wristband system makes me feel like I’m either going to the hospital or waiting to get on a broken-down carnival ride. If someone buys a ticket, or a Gold Pass, the act of tailgating should be a given (purchased) right. I paid to not only see the game, but also to experience what “going to the game” means in our wonderful BC culture.
You’ve got a lot of nerve titling yourself the “Gold Pass.” Not all that glitters is gold.
Signed,
KISS MY PASS