Wednesday, February 4, 2009

I wouldn't pay $450 to see anything.

Entering from the inner sanctum.

Looking UP from where we sat. 

Warm up. 

More warm up. Can't get enough of that.

The Carolina Bobcats warm up.

Notice the little boy crying. Those big dressed up characters creep me out too.
He (the little boy) got better.

Game Shot

Crowd shot?

Pretty sure that player is looking at me!
Or trying to NOT look at me.

Amazing action shot! They are ridiculously good looking. 

This is a free throw, right?

Another Action Shot. He's got some great moves.

Okay, if you cannot tell, these are pictures from a Jazz game. A game that Kevin and I attended. And as you can see we are very close to the actual game. Very Very Close. $450 per seat close. Way out of our league close. Pun intended.

Here's the story: Kevin was given these amazing tickets from work and when you get tickets like that it doesn't matter one bit that you have no idea who they are playing, (or really care), or really understand the game of basketball. I did learn that it is somewhat like tennis. Your head goes back and forth, back and forth. I also learned that there a lot of people who go to great lengths to catch little balls that are thrown in the air at random. They don't throw those balls at the $450 seat section though; that'd be way tacky. People in that section also clap like they are at the ballet, very properly and politely. Nary a woot woot to be heard. I also learned that Kevin, and especially I, are big dorks. I was completely dazzled by the shiny floor, the really hot players (me) and the really hot dancers (Kevin and me), and the 3-ring circus that the whole thing actually is. Plus the fact that we were fed before the game in the "special people" upper crust eating room and were allowed to go down anytime during the game and get more free food. Which we never actually did; but knowing we could made us feel special. I took about 60 pictures of I don't even know what. We looked like tourists visiting another country. No clue about the customs or the language of the area. The "plastics" were sitting beside us and you don't know how badly I was trying to figure out how to get a picture of them. I was so distracted by them that I missed part of the game. Eventually I really did kind of get into things; I even gave a little tiny shout out at one point. I don't think anyone heard. Hopefully. 

The funniest part for me was finding out that the Jazz had been on a losing streak and this game was the first one they'd won in a while. We must be like good charms or something. They should give us more tickets. But this time I would prefer to sit with the woot-wooters. (But I'm not complaining about the view; we could have touched the players. And have been tackled and restrained by the security force surrounding the floor. Not that I thought about ever doing that. No, definitely not. Too tacky.)

A Basketball game to remember. 

2 comments:

  1. Hey it is so good to hear from you. I hope you are all doing well and yes you can add us now that I have found you I will be checking in as well.
    Talk to ya later.

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  2. I love the way you put things! Hilarious! Shawn by the way is totally jealous of you guys. And I hope it's not because you were so close to the dancers! I hate basketball, but it is actually fun to go watch it in person. We are always at the very top of the woot woot section, but it's still fun!
    Love ya!

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