Boy do I have a story for you. In 1997 a buddy and I went to Indy to see my beloved Heels in the Final Four. Long story short, we bought counterfeit tickets from a large African-American in a fur coat. Who would've thunk it, seemed like a real straight shooter. Brutal. Not to be outfoxed, we sold em between the Carolina/Arizona and Kentucky game to some UK fans. While it wasn't the nicest move, I was 20 (with less of a conscience) and wasn't gonna get fvcked over. We lost money in the deal, but we were dead broke after buying the counterfeits, and we needed drinking money for that night. We ended up losing on the deal, but we got drunk.