It's time again for a favorite yearly tradition - the incredibly wasteful journey of my Sharks playoff tickets!
The tickets start in an undisclosed location, then travel through the many armpits of America, before eventually landing at my front door, ready for anyone to come by and steal. It's like the Amazing Race, but without me winning anything at the end.
At least it was close to a straight line this year:
Sunnyvale, CA, by way of
San Pablo, CA, by way of
West Sacramento, CA, by way of
Mather, CA, by way of
Louisville, KY, by way of