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You were the guy who stopped my buddy and me from buying tickets at Game 3 of the Angels playoff series, leading to one of the greatest days ever. We are two workaholics who finally couldn’t take another day in the office and left work early to see if we could catch the daytime game. On the way, I called around for tickets, but it was a sellout. We figured we would pay some scalper an exorbitant amount for some nosebleed seats. A few wrong turns, and we were inside the stadium where no scalpers were allowed. We decided to check if any tickets were available at the box office. Right before we were going to buy tickets far, far from home plate, you interrupted us and said, “Before you buy those tix, you can have these. I’m not selling them, just want to give them to people who want to see the game and won’t resell them.” We happily took you up on your offer and enjoyed the game from seats a few rows behind third base. You even refused the beer I offered as a thanks, so this is my thank you to you, anonymously given, so I don’t get fired for playing hooky.

Matt Bors

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