AN EXTREME ORIGINAL REPUBLISHED: Tommy Dreamer’s 11th column


 I recently had the opportunity to be in Indianapolis the weekend of the Super Bowl. I was booked to wrestle the day before the game at a venue about 10 minutes from Lucas Oil Stadium in Indianapolis. I visited the Super Bowl village, an NFL-themed expo of several events, which was quite the spectacle.
The events leading up to the Super Bowl were quite adventurous for me, to say the least. In the end, though, I had an eye-opening experience.
I had known about this booking for about three months. As such, I had planned to attend the Super Bowl no matter what teams were in it. I figured I have never been to a Super Bowl game before, but once my own team, the New York Giants, got in, I knew I had to be there.
The plan was simple, or so it seemed. I have gotten tickets for other people for the last five Super Bowls. Heck, one year I even turned down these particular tickets because nobody I knew was interested in going.
Personally, I have wrestled every Super Bowl Sunday for quite some time. While working for WWE, we would participate in matinee shows, then all find a place to watch the big game.
Being a C-level celebrity, I usually never need a ticket for anything. I make a couple of calls and that’s it. I’m not trying to sound cocky either because I have probably given away enough complimentary tickets to people in my career to fill three Super Bowl stadiums. So calling in a favour to other fellow athletes that I have met over the years is no big deal. I have quite the celebrity list for whom I have gotten tickets to WWE events in the past.
The plan got even simpler — or so I thought — when my friend Adam Copeland, a.k.a. Edge, planned on meeting up with me. I figured I could totally pimp out his celebrity as well to get better seats or a maybe even a luxury skybox. I was not so fortunate.
The first bump in the road came when my friend who has always gotten me two ticket texted me about two weeks before the game and said he was offered $5,000 for those particular seats.
“I can really use the money,” he texted. “Can you give me $4,000?”
The actual ticket value was $400. I understood his financial dilemma. I was mad and disappointed, but responded by telling him it was no problem and to go ahead and sell them.
He apologized that the price for them went up so high, citing Madonna’s half-time show as the reason. I wrote back that I wouldn’t pay $5k to sleep with Madonna, let alone watch her sing (no offence if you are reading this Madonna, you look great).
I thought about how much money in complimentary tickets I have given this person over the years and it far surpassed $5,000, but now guess who is off my “do-a-favour-for” list.
I made a few calls and fired off a few texts in hopes that this no-ticket problem would rectify itself.
I had someone offer two great tickets and cash in exchange for an autograph appearance by Edge, a $20,000 value, but Edge couldn’t make the appearance date, so his conflict caused me to lose my tickets — which had a face value of $800, but a resell value of $10,000 for the pair. Oh well, maybe another time.
I went on stubhub.comand saw the prices of tickets and my jaw dropped. I couldn’t believe the ticket prices. If that weren’t enough, airfair alone was more than $1,000, despite the fact that it was more than a month outside of the date. Hotels were $300 a night for a room, rental cars were $250 a day for a compact car. I would be getting free tickets worth $10,000, but even that couldn’t make me justify paying all of the other costs. I would rather, I don’t know, live in my house for a few months. Even some parking lot wanted to charge $120 for parking my car during the Super Bowl. To be a die-hard fan is quite expensive. Aren’t we in an economic recession? Where is all this money coming from?
Super Bowl aside (though my team was victorious: Go Giants), the entire experience opened my eyes.
As a wrestler, I always knew people paid money to see me perform, but I never realized all the other expenses it takes to attend a big show.
Now I do.
So I just want to say thanks. Thanks to all the fans who ever bought a ticket to see me wrestle. I hope you feel that you got your money’s worth and that I always gave you everything I could in the ring. As long as my body continues to hold up, I will continue to give you the most bang for your buck (except for you, Madonna, I am talking about in the ring, unless you don’t want to be Like a Virgin and you want to pay me $5,000 to Justify My Love — see what I did there? Haha).
I make this promise to you, the wrestling fan. I will continue to try to give you the best performance I can. I truly appreciate your hard-earned dollar.
Thanks for reading.
Tommy Dreamer is a legendary and influential pro wrestler and a father and husband who has worked for World Wrestling Entertainment, Extreme Championship Wrestling and Total Nonstop Action and the creator of House of Hardcore wrestling. Follow him on Twitter — @THETOMMYDREAMER — and check out his website at He can be booked for live appearances through his website. Check out House of Hardcore at