By the time I made it to the front of the line outside of the Glens Falls Civic Center box office, my nose was cold, my boots were covered in a layer of slush, and I could have really used a beer. Then I found out I was in the wrong line. Will call was inside. When I finally got my ticket, I handed the whole package — stapled envelope included — to the guy at the door. If there was any doubt I’m new to this ticket stuff — translation: I’m used to being a spoiled reporter — that …
