<p>Thanks to everyone who replied. To clear up some confusion, I am male.</p>
<p>For everyone who suggested getting a hotel room: I would if I could. But, unfortunately, the guy going with me has class earlier than I do, so we would barely get checked in before we had to leave. </p>
<p>This didn't come up the past few days. I didn't bring it up because I wanted us to have a good Christmas. And, we did: We had a very nice holiday. Tonight, I waited till my parents were in a good mood and weren't busy, and I asked if we could talk about this some. Well, it could not have gone any worse. It started out with them once again giving me the list of reasons why I shouldn't go, and they just kept going over and over them. I kept saying that I understood that but I did not think that it was an unreasonable risk. After about 30 minutes, my mom goes, "Are you going or not?" I said, "Yes, I think I am going." </p>
<p>They blew up. They said they could not believe that after everything that they had told me that I would still want to go. They said that they would never consider doing such a thing, and that if I asked a roomful of 100 people over 30 that they would all say it was a stupid idea. They said that I was completely disrespecting them by going against their wishes and leaving them up worrying all night all for the sake of a two hour ball game. I mentioned that lots of other people I know have done similar things, and they've been fine. And, I doubt their parents are up all night worrying about them. Their response was that their parents don't care about them and that they care about me. They asked me if I wanted to come from a family where the parents didn't care about them. I told them no but that I wanted a happy medium: for them to care about me and worry to a certain extent but not to the point to where they're controlling me. My mom said that for a happy medium, I had to give something: A happy medium means you give a little, take a little. She asked what I was giving. I couldn't think of an answer, and she says you're disrespecting our wishes and leaving us up worrying all night, so where's the happy medium?</p>
<p>They said that my priorities were way out of line: that I had let my desire to go to this game get in the way of the respect I should be showing them. They said that I was acting completely immature and that they had obviously failed as parents.</p>
<p>After they realized that I was still planning on going, they reminded me that my car was in their name (When I turned 16, I made the down payment with some money that my grandmother had left in her will to me when she died, and they assumed the mortgage, which was paid off several years ago). So, therefore, they still had say-so over the car, and that the car was not going to this ball game. They said that they hoped they wouldn't have to do that but that they had no choice because I was being completely immature. And, we've always had the understanding that the car was mine and that I could use it as long as it will last me even after I moved out (It is 7 years old but has only 50,000 miles on it).</p>
<p>I never lost my cool, and I tried to tell them that I thought they were worrying way too much, and they didn't want to hear it. I know that some of my friends out there have worked hard and have paid for their own car, but most of them haven't. Most of them like me are bleseed enough to have parents who have been good about helping them get a car. And, I know that they're doing things like this regularly. I mentioned that, and they said that just because everyone else is doing it doesn't make it right. They said that their parents just didn't care about them like they care about me. </p>
<p>I am totally flabergatsed, and I don't know what to do. This has been weighing on my mind ever since last Wednesday night when it first blew up, and I was so hoping that tonight, I could lift the burden. In the first place, I'm gonna have to lie to my friend about why I can't go to the game because I sure can't tell him that I can't go because my parents won't let me. They told me that I had never given them a reason to do something like this--until now. My dad said that if he sees me about to stick my hand in the fire, he's gonna stop me. </p>
<p>I don't know what to say. While I am totally grateful to them for helping me get the car, I just don't think me wanting to go on this trip is serious enough for them to step in and tell me that I can't take the car. I've heard stories about people going out all the time or going out of town for several days and turning their phone off without telling their parents. Their parents try to call and can't get them, worrying their parents sick. I have never approved of such a thing, and I would never do it. But, I can now understand why they have.</p>