Scalping in Korea

I have never bought a sport’s ticket off a scalper before. I guess I never really needed to. But yesterday was a desperate situation. Apparently yesterday’s baseball game versus the LG Twins was a big deal. My buddy Ethan and I were a little too cavalier about when we showed up to Mudeung Stadium, and when the box office closed in my face I realized I should have showed up an hour earlier. Immediately, I felt nervous about my chances of getting in to this big game.

“Should we scalp?” Ethan a native Philadelphian who has obviously done this before, asked.

“I guess,” I answered a little nervously. Paying $20 for a $6 ticket to see the Kia Tigers didn’t seem like such a great investment.

We walked out to the main gate of the sporting complex where the ajumas (old Korean women) sell beer, mandu(dumplings) and dried octopus to the baseball fans. One of these ajumas had a handful of tickets and they were going fast. She was loving the attention too. Our chances didn’t look good. Here were two Waygooks trying to buy tickets to see her beloved Tigers, and the demand for tickets rivaled any rock concert I have ever been to. I was wondering if the Rolling Stones were the opening act the way hands and Korean won were flying at this woman.

But we got a pair. The ajuma, not taking full advantage of the increase in demand, charged $1 over the face value. That’s Korea for you. You rarely feel taken advantage of. You don’t tip, pay astronomical prices for goods(unless it is watermelon) and never feel raped by ticket scalpers(at least not at Kia Tigers games).

So in we went. Clearly more tickets were sold than seats available, forcing Ethan and I to climb, kick and inch our way through a large and energetic Korean crowd. Had we walked this way though an American baseball crowd we would have certainly ended up in a fight, but Koreans bump into each other as a pastime.

Finally, we found a place to stand behind some people against the right field fence, and there we stood for eight innings. We did the wave, drank beer, ate boiled eggs and high fived other Kia fans. All that fun for $7.

It was an incredible weekend. But I will say it was touch and go this morning. The construction workers got going at 7AM this morning actually upsetting us both. But we rebounded and spent most of today goofing off and taking photos on our way to the grocery store.

In the spirit of learning Korean, we even tried to learn each other’s love languages today. Apparently, as Lindsay’s partner I need to be quite fluent in several. Especially the “gift buying language.” I admit, I need some practice.
Check out the latest photo gallery for a look at our Sunday.


  1. Brittany says:

    I am guessing Whit’s love language is quality time or words of affirmation. Was I close? Mine is right in line with Lindsay’s gifts and Jimmy’s is words of affirmation. Did you know that how you like to receive love is also how you naturally show love to others?Was there something mentally wrong with Senor Briefs or was the guy just staring for attention?


  2. Brittany, so true!Whit’s and my love language is actually a mixture of all of them we decided.And yes, there was something mentally wrong with Senore Briefs.


  3. deborah says:

    I am so glad that you and Whit are reading the book. Good isn’t it?Also, are you being sarcastic about your hair?Just want you to know the real reason I have to color mine is that you have made me gray!!!!Your day will come! (I hope)


  4. Actually I was not being sarcastic about my hair. I saw that picture and thought (rather smugly), “Wow! I have such beautiful dark hair!”“Mom’s right!”


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