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Call Tricia Drummond at  940-565-2580 .  
FedEx seems to have really dropped the ball on reporting tickets being delivered that weren't.  If you call the regular ticket office number, they're likely to say, "Sir, your tickets were delivered." <click>
Tricia is aware of ticket office history and is going out of her way to make things better going forward.  The HOD made replacement vouchers for lost or misplaces tickets that she can have available for you at will call.  You won't get your big shiny souvenir bowl ticket, but you'll get admission to the game in the exact seats you paid for.  
Someday, the UNT ticket office is going to get its act together and competently deliver tickets to those who purchased through approved channels in attempts to funnel money to UNT.  Someday.  Until then, get off the pedestal.  There is nothing in OP's message that implies he purchased from an outside vendor at all. 

He didn't blame the previous coaching staff in any way shape or form.  He didn't make any excuses about what he's inherited.  He acknowledged the reality of the situation, spoke honestly about short and long term realities of rebuilding.  And was self deprecating to a fault.  
Booster: "Coach, what are you going to do to improve defense?"
Coach:  "I don't know.  We've got the 115th best defense in the country, and I'm the 128th best head football coach. "
Like this guy actually stood up there doing comic relief calling himself the worst coach in the nation who had no idea what he was doing.  Then he started talking about what he was actually going to do.  "I'm an offensive guy.  When it came to hiring defensive coaches, I went out and found the guys I hated playing against."
Translation:  I'm delegating authority on aspects that aren't my forte.  I went out and found the best.
He talked about keeping local kids home.  Talked about the insanity of not visiting every high school in the four surrounding counties.  Spoke that every member of the coaching staff is required to actively recruit at all times.  Talked about the importance of weight and conditioning coaches, not only because of the workouts but also because those are the only coaches the players see in the summer.  Spoke of the pitfalls of playing a freshman quarterback, not just because he's younger, but because it's not fair to the player to throw him in to a position of that responsibility when he's still trying to learn his way around campus.
He did acknowledge that he probably can't fix it in a year.  Listed a few reasons why.  None of them were excuses or self preservation.  All of them were legitimate things that must be taken care of.

Assuming Idaho, NMSU, and ULM aren't included in the deal, we get four of the remaining eight teams.  We keep the CUSA west division, and pick up the closest four sunbelt schools, and MTSU to balance things out.  Charlotte eventually replaces Marshall in the east when they bolt for greener pastures.
Our two new 10-team conferences look like this:
CUSA 3.5
UNT
LaTech
Rice
UTEP
ULL
Ark St
UTSA
Tex State
Southern Miss
MTSU
Karl Benson Wasteland (Misspelling intentional)
WKU
Marhshall
FiU
FaU
ODU
Charlotte
Appy St
Ga Southern
South Alabama
Troy
 
Since each conference has ten teams, they are each eligible to hold a conference championship game because the Cows of Texas at Austin say they are.  If the two conference champions meet at an agreed upon bowl game, preferably at a static location, then you've got yourself a mini four-team playoff from which the NCAA can go right piss off on itself.
 
 
 

I know you work for the AD now, and I know how dedicated you are to both your craft and UNT athletics.  Please know that I know that people like you working in the AD give me hope for the future.

My actual thoughts on that?  It has become difficult for me to mentally reconcile that UNT actually has a football team.  I drove by the stadium on Saturday on my was up to Fischer's.  I get mail with pictures of UNT helmets and invitations to coaching caravan things that happened last week.  The evidence that we have a football team is here, there, it's everywhere.
But we've been so magnificently bad for the entirety of my knowledge of UNT football, 2013 notwithstanding, that my head has gone in to some kind of fight or flight mode, and has repressed the conscious knowledge that we field a team.
Football games have become something I attend, and then don't remember, and this two or three years AFTER I mostly stopped drinking at games.
So many years of ineptitude have rendered me numb and automatonic. 

I have two club seats (section 10) with a red/blue parking pass, and won't be able to make October 15. Wouldn't be able to deliver until tickets get mailed out though. Downside is that you have to sit next to UNT90.

Skladany: The one real shining star on this staff, gone.

Chico: Who the hell knows with this guy? The offense he ran while interim HC didn't resemble what we've seen in Apogee at all. Who's driving this bus? Chico rarely speaks publicly. I suspect he moves on voluntarily or not.

Mac: Are we entering another era of a stubborn one-trick pony coach with a "plan" that every other coach in the universe has figured out and can exploit week after miserable week? My faith is waning, but does it matter? Because EXTENSION!

Players: Dajon probably gone. McNulty most certainly the starter. Unfamiliar with any up and coming names in other positions.

Beer: Cold and plentiful

Food: Delicious and waistband expanding

Thor: Ugly as always

UNT90: Seen suspiciously carrying a drill with a boring drill bit into the men's room stalls in the club.

The rest of us: Constantly carrying around mirrors to take good hard looks at ourselves so as to constantly remember that we're the worst fans of anything in the history of ever.

The students: Skinflint couch sitting bastards who don't pay enough fees for the ultimate enjoyment of us alumni.

The windmills: Killing birds and screwing up the chances of our kickers since 2011.

Denia: Secretly laughing inside.

Fracking in Denton: The only thing with a worse win/loss record than UNT football in 2015.

Dan's Silverleaf: Home to pretentious self absorbed jazz musicians and hack performer grinder sparks galore

Frisco, TX: Perfect in every way.

I think all aspects of nearly every university are on a near scam level, fueled by endless and easily obtainable student loans, leading to Hilton level facilities in all aspects of life that I think are completely unnecessary for the eighteen year old student. Part of the nostalgia of college for me is the spartan lifestyle. Now it's club med across the board, be it dorms, classrooms, or athletic facilities, and nobody seems to ever think of why universities exist in the first place, that darn book learnin'.

For those pining for MWC membership, this is the time every road game would be.

From the ESPN Bottom 10:

F it. Here's a crowdtilt campaign. It goes off at $10,000. If it doesn't reach the minimum $10,000, nobody gets charged, we all go home. I was able to set it for 29 days, ending July 27th.

Link

If we're serious about this, take the link and promote it. I have not entered any of my bank account information to it.

Downside is that it charges the contributor 2.5% and the campaign 2.5%. But, it enables a recent alumni (that's me) to purchase the tickets.

I'll collect and purchase if this is serious. Somebody else can deal with how and to whom we distribute the tickets. I'll take no responsibility for that.

No more bullshit about merely being competitive. We win now. We beat SMU, UTSA at the very least. And for Rice? Somebody, please, for the love of all thing, piss on their stadium wall.

At this stage of the game, I'll take the bowl win in front of probably 15,000 new/casual fans over a possible loss to a P5 opponent. Perception. Yesterday we won. Decidedly. Great perception. Had we played and lost to a P5 school, 15,000 people would've left the game thinking, "Same ole' UNT."

'Twas the night before UTSA, when all through North Texas Not an Eagle was stirring, not even the exes; The coolers were stocked by the tailgate with care, In hopes that St. Mac soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds; While visions of Zach Orr danced in their heads; And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap, When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow, Gave a lustre of midday to objects below, When what to my wondering eyes did appear, But a Friday night rally and a man they call beer, With a clinched winning record and division title on track, I knew in a moment it must be St. Mac. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name: "Now, Thompson! now, Chancellor! now Abbe and Orr! On, Buyers! on, Jim-Jim! on, Lairamie and More! To the top of the hill! to the end of Victory Hall! Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!" As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky; So up to Apogee the coursers they flew With the D full of hits, and St. Mac too— And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the turf The hits on the roadrunners, they could only say, "urf!" As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the sideline St. Mac came with a bound. He wore sunglasses, and a scowl like hellhound, And his clothes were all tarnished with blood, sweat and tears; I opened my cooler searching for beers, And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack. His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the whites of his eyes were as white as the snow; The grimace of victory he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath; He had a broad face and a flat worked out belly That shook when he laughed, like steel and concrete jelly. He was tall and thin, a right jolly old elf, And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself; A wink of his eye and a twist of his head Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread; He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And set loose the defense; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up sideline he rose; He sprang to his bus, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight— “Happy gameday to all, and to all a good night!”

That menu was covertly attached to my mean green club email this morning. I've never noticed it before, but I just went back a few weeks of emails, and it's always been attached on Mondays.

It's of little use to speculate, but if you look at his whole profile (first time in my life I've looked at a twitter profile), and piece things together in context, it looks like he's ready to move on from the entire college experience. He looks really ready to get that degree and get out. Who among us didn't feel the same?