But my brain was not so out of it that I didn't subconsciously hear the UPS man go down the street and suddenly stop. I didn't think anything of it for a few minutes until I heard the truck start back up again and continue on its way.
MY TICKETS ARE HERE!!!
Sure enough there was a little white envelope on my porch contains 9 months of joyous hockey pleasure in a brand new arena (in which they totally screwed us on our seats).