Lottery Running Diary
Being a senior and after hearing about the craziness of the previous student ticket lotteries, I decided I should participate in the last lottery of the year, if for nothing else other than the experience. This is a running diary of that experience.
6:41 p.m. — Can’t find a parking spot. Looks like the first thousand already beat me.
6:45 p.m. — I get sticker No. 438, but the guy handling them out informs me that there are eight others like him. He estimates 1,000 stickers already given out. I estimate he’s right.
6:55 p.m. — A UK Police officer yells at everyone to stand on the far edge of the sidewalk, next to the grass. Reason being: a girl was hit by a car last lottery. I told you these things are crazy.
6:56 p.m. — Having already met friend No. 2 after parking, friend No. 3 races from her class in Breckenridge Hall (halfway across campus) in 4 minutes to get a a sticker. Her sticker is in the 800’s. One person alone has raced through over 400 stickers in 11 minutes. Friend No. 3 races back to class in order to take a quiz.
6:59 p.m. — Friend No. 4 arrives with sticker No. 1,265. Yes, it’s only been three minutes.
7:20 p.m. — UK Police and security personnel keep patrolling the sidewalk like we’re prisoners. Most of the people really are prisoners — of UK basketball.
7:25 p.m. — One lone guy is pushing a car down Euclid Avenue while a girl steers inside. 6,000 people watch him. He fakes the turn up Lexington Avenue before stopping. 4 people offer to help, 5,996 keep watching. Eventually, they call a tow truck, a UK athletics member stops traffic on Euclid and four guys He-man the car into the Student Center parking lot. Only at the lottery.
7:26 p.m. — Somehow, no one was hit/hurt in the previous exchange. But we’re all still freezing.
7:30 p.m. — I hear the people up front chanting Blue/White back and forth. Must be close to time to be let in.
7:45 p.m. — Nope, still freezing. I think I’ve lost toes.
7:59 p.m. — More chants, we really are close this time.
8:00 p.m. — The masses pour into Memorial Coliseum and the entire group is in within eight minutes.
8:08 p.m. — We all need a yellow sticker with 108 on it. Let’s hope 108 is called first.
8:20 p.m. — The group of friends realized what I’m doing. I’m caught. Oh well. Memorial is nearly filled to the brim. Half the students around me are looking at the Kernel lottery section or today’s Kernel. Success.
8:30 p.m. — We’re about to start any minute now, Carl Nathe has been speaking to me for 20 minutes now. I feel like I should hear “It’s football time in the BLUUUUUEEEEGGGGRASSSSSS” any minute now.
8:45 p.m. — Still haven’t started calling numbers, but Carl Nathe has been replaced by rap music. I miss Carl. Bring him back.
9:00 p.m. — We’re starting, but with some words from our sponsors (student groups). Everyone boos.
9:05 p.m. — Matthew Mitchell shows up, someone next to me cracks that the women’s basketball coach just wants to see what Memorial looks like filled.
9:10 p.m. — Mitchell takes the mic and the guy next to me proves correct. Mitchell rambles but here’s the short version: come to women’s basketball, because hey, we’re ranked too.
9:11 p.m. — The numbers are released and out of 164 groups, I’m in group 138. I could be doing this for nothing. I hate all lotteries.
9:15 p.m. — If I’ve done the math right, I think my group is safe. Barely. Let’s just say my group doesn’t trust my math. There’s a reason I picked journalism as a major. No math classes.
9:28 p.m. — Still waiting, while the entire row in front of me is empty. I have awful luck.
9:39 p.m. — And we still wait. The “dead” groups in front of us have stopped around the 28 group mark. Let’s hope there are more to come soon.
9:50 p.m. — We’re at the point where those left in the stands are threatening violence against those who have already bought tickets and may or may not sell them. Like I said, crazy.
10:07 p.m. — Halfway to tickets. Going to be close.
10:20 p.m. — I’m putting this away. I’ll check back in when it’s all over to let you know how things panned out.
11:58 p.m. — Finally home (no thanks to the snow blanketing Lexington) with tickets to all three games. The best seats are for Tennessee in Row BB. Not the best, but hey, tickets were had after a nearly six hour adventure. Thank goodness I’m a senior.







