Alright, so listen, holy cross football season tickets are kinda like gold dust around here. Everyone wants ’em, and they sell out fast. Like, blink and you miss it fast. My kid plays on the JV squad this year, gotta support him, right? I figured I was being smart starting early last week.
The Website Disaster
First thing I did, obviously, was jump on my laptop after dinner. Went straight to the Holy Cross High athletics website. You’d think it’d be easy? Nope. Clicked all over the place – “Tickets,” “Athletics,” even the school calendar. Found info about individual game tickets, which wasn’t helpful. No clear link for season tickets. Seriously frustrating. Finally spotted a tiny “Booster Club” link buried at the bottom of a page. Got excited, clicked it… and boom. Page not found. Error 404. Awesome start.
Alright, deep breaths. Maybe the main Holy Cross website? Tried the main homepage. Scrolled down, found “Athletics.” Same info. A few PDFs about parking rules, but nothing about buying a season pass. By this point, I’m kinda sweating. Thought I heard somewhere they used EventBrite or TicketSpice? Searched for “Holy Cross Football Season Tickets EventBrite.” Bunch of irrelevant stuff popped up – middle school games, other schools. Total dead end.
Switching Gears – The Phone Call
Screw it. Time for the direct approach. Logged into the school’s parent portal – gotta be some contact info there. Found the main school phone number. Called first thing Tuesday morning, like right after they opened.
First call? Ring, ring, ring… voicemail. Left a message, sounded desperate enough. Hung up. Waited an hour. Nothing. Called back. This time, someone picked up! A super nice lady named Donna (bless her) in the main office answered. Finally, a human!
Me: “Hi Donna! I’m panicking about football season tickets. Website’s a mess. How the heck do I get ’em?”
Donna laughed. “Oh honey, yeah, don’t rely on the website for that. Everyone calls us direct or comes in. You gotta talk to Bob in the Athletics Office.”
Donna transferred me. My hopes were up… until Bob’s phone rang… and rang… voicemail again. Left another message, practically begging for a callback.
Lunchtime rolled around, still no call. Decided to drive over. Forget lunch, this was mission critical.
In-Person Salvation
Parking was insane, as usual. Found the Athletics Office tucked away near the gym. Bob was actually there! Big dude, seemed busy, but friendly enough. Explained I needed two season passes. “Ah,” he says, “Good timing. We just opened sales Monday and the good reserved seats go quick.”
He pulls out a big paper map of the bleachers, circled a few sections. “These middle ones here? Pretty much gone. But I got a couple decent ones left over here, Section C, Row 10.” Section C, Row 10. Not perfect, but hey, guaranteed seat! Bob took my name, kid’s name (to verify I was a booster/associated with the team), and my card. Ran it through the swipe machine right there on his cluttered desk. Printed out a confirmation slip. DONE. Took maybe 5 minutes in person, after like 3 days of online chaos.
What I Learned (The Hard Way)
- Forget the Website: Seriously, don’t waste your time clicking like I did. Total black hole for season ticket info.
- Call EARLY, PERSISTENTLY: Phone is key. Call the main office. Keep calling if you get voicemail. Ask specifically for the Athletics Office/Bob. Mornings are best.
- GO IN PERSON ASAP: Especially if the season just started. Bring cash or card. Bob seemed to have more flexibility/current seat maps than anyone over the phone could see. And you lock it in right then.
- Names Matter: Have your kid’s name ready if they play or you’re officially a booster. Bob checked mine.
- Speed is Everything: Bob mentioned the seats vanish incredibly fast. Like, a day or two after sales open. Do not hesitate.
Honestly? It was a pain. Website sucked. Phone tag is annoying. But driving there, getting it sorted with Bob directly? Worth every ounce of hassle. Got mine. Section C, Row 10. Ready to cheer loud! Good luck – hope you get yours too before they’re all gone.