New York City FC fans are a bunch of babies and are crying about ticket allocation for a Union home playoff game
The Philadelphia Union are in the Eastern Conference Finals of the MLS Playoffs. They will have yet another home playoff game on Sunday at 3:30pm at Subaru Park in Chester. I will be in attendance. Shout out RushOrderTees.com (my work) for the tickets. Being official t-shirt partners of the Philadelphia Union definitely has its perks.
Anyways, now I’m seeing news today that NYC FC fans are upset because they only had 200 tickets for Sunday’s game set aside for them. Apparently they requested 2,000 tickets and the Union gave them 200 instead.
I’m not going to pretend I’m a soccer expert. I usually defer to Sean Brace and the rest of The Gambler crew or fellow WVU graduate and Crossing Broad writer Kevin Kinkead, who’s also a big Union fan and does a podcast, plus Union postgame show with The Gambler crew.
This Ian Joy guy is a former professional soccer player and now does the New York City FC games on the YES Network. He also does work for CBS, which hosts Champion’s League and Europa League soccer matches.
Now that we have that out of the way. Ian Paul Joy is a baby, New York FC sucks, and I’m actually mad the Union gave them 200 tickets to go to the game on Sunday. The Union have a visiting fans section that holds 133 tickets, I would have cut them off right then and there and blocked any request like Andre Blake in between the posts, baby.
We aren’t your friends. We aren’t reserving anything more than is required for NYC FC. Go buy them on the open market like every other person (besides me) is doing. There’s no shot in hell we are reserving 2,000 tickets for NYC FC. What a bunch of losers for even asking for that much.
Do 2,000 people even like NYC FC? Why would we set aside 2,000 tickets when they could easily go to Philadelphia Union fans? That doesn’t even make sense. So no, Ian Paul Joy, the MLS shouldn’t “sort this out.” Deal with it you baby.
Doop Doop Doop Doop. Big soccer guy now. Even more so when Ian Paul Joy and a bunch of rats from New York City are crying about a playoff soccer game in Philadelphia (Chester but whatever).