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.
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.
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.