VIRG AND CHUTZPAH

They go together.

A good buddy of mine was taking his wife to a big UCLA game back in the day of Coach Wooden. Virg's seats were somewhere between the hinterlands and ionosphere.

Somehow he talked his way down to courtside, where he deked an usher. Virg, facing the court, acted as if he were gesturing to a nearby Coach Wooden asking, "Are these the two seats for us?"

He waited the appropriate time for a response, nodded, and sat down. No one bothered them or asked to see their tickets the whole game.

The story was confirmed by a sheepishly smiling wife Sandy who well remembered the incident. Like Yosarian in Catch-22, when I heard the story, I let out a low whistle and a shake of my head in perfect admiration at such a plan that worked so well.