Yasss Lebron! Slay!!!

I went to my first professional basketball game and I was upset to find out that Lebron wasn't going to be there. Apparently he plays for some team called the “Cavaliers” and he isn't at every game. So much hate.

Picture it. I was just enjoying my life. When one of my programs at school was going to a basketball game. I signed up. I went to a hockey game with them and I was like this is my idea of a good time.

My only memories of basketball are going to my sister's games and she's twelve, thirteen years older then me? I was a baby when I went to her games. My family watches hockey and football on Thanksgiving. Go Redwings. I'm not a basketball person.  

It was such an experience. I looked cute as I always do. I had a shirt with some numbers on. 69. Emblazoned ver the 69 are the words nineteen. I felt very cute and heterosexual. I had my purple plaid Shannen Dohertyesque jacket on, some tight black jeans. The quintessential wardrobe classic and these cute green bootie wedges.  

The great supermodel Gisele doesn't wear heels to her husband Tom Brady's football games and yet here I am thinking this is a good idea. I mean I looked cute, but a basketball game really isn't the place for me to find love. Of course in the words of Rihanna, “we found love in a hopeless place”, so anything could happen.

We were at the very top of the stadium. Up multiple steep flights of steps I walked in my wedges. If I had fallen, it would have been over, I would have died. There would be no more blog and that's not how I want to go out.  

Funny enough before we got in the stadium we had to walk back to the car in the rain, because our driver forgot her ticket. It was okay with me. I had to burn off the four tic tacs I'd eaten earlier in the day. You know that their 1.9 calories each, so I got 7.6 taken away from my waist. I applaud her

This is what I learned about basketball. I don't like basketball. It was fine, but we were so far up I couldn't tell if any of the boys were cute. Sure, they probably all had good asses and their all tall and fit. But, I can fantasize about basketball players from the comfort of my home.

I also don't think they understood the concept of playing “basketball”. Both teams kept scoring. Learn some defense. Why are we at a hundred points. I came out to have a good time. Not watch two professional basketball teams embarrass themselves.  

The only thing that matters is that I bonded with Black's little. We have Bigs and Littles in our program. Much like Sororites and Fraternities have Bigs and Littles. I bonded with her little. Who is not little. She's a gorgeous lanky, basketball player, who likes my legs. I'm in love with her.  

After this night I just feel complete. I've done one more thing in my life and I never have to go again. To me sporting events are social events. As long as you have good company it doesn't matter what game you're watching.