Last Wednesday night my brother, Ralph, and I trekked to the Buffalo Chip Campground in Sturgis for the Rob Zombie Concert.
I know what you're thinking: "What, Barry Manilow wasn't in town?" Believe it or not, despite no tattoos, no piercings and short hair, I've been known to rock in my day. And besides, Rob Zombie is only six years younger than me.
And of course, the tickets were free, which doesn't hurt. I scored four tickets (or wristbands) and picked Rob Zombie over Toby Keith, just on a hunch. I admit I haven't listened to a lot of Zombie, but I have listened to a lot of Alice Cooper and the two are friends (or fiends, if you will) and tour together at times. I had a feeling I would enjoy the show.
I was right. It was a great show.
But let's go back to before the base vibration nearly went through my chest. I had four tickets, but as it turned out, only Ralph and I could attend. After picking up our wristbands at the ticket office, I decided to wait in front to give away the other two. No sense of them going to waste. I thought about selling the other two, but only briefly. The two security guys standing there made it an easy decision not to.I could see the headline in the Rapid City Journal: "Journal sportswriter busted for scalping Rob Zombie tickets." Or better yet, "Former Journal sportswriter busted for scalping Rob Zombie tickets."
