My weekend schedule revolved around one thing: being online at 10 a.m. Saturday to order tickets for Bruce Springsteen’s April show at Verizon Center, part of his “Wrecking Ball” tour. I’d like a wrecking ball myself, now that it’s 10:10 a.m., and Bruce’s shows up and down the East Coast are sold out. I was at my computer all morning, so worried I’d miss the stroke of 10. I had iTunes cranked up and my “Tramps like us” T-shirt on. I was so ready. And I was blocked out, apparently by the scalping fiends who scrape up tickets before the rest of us can click “buy now.”
