I’ve never been to a basketball game. I went to my little brother’s rec league game once but the gym was dirty and I couldn’t bring myself to go back (nice supportive sister, I know). But my grandfather here in Los Angeles has Clippers season tickets and invited my brother to go with him to a game. I decided to tag along. It was way, way fun. We were ten rows back, close enough that we could hear them shouting and their shoes squeaking.
My brother was showing Clippers pride. My clothing was non-partisan. The pictures with me in them are all a little odd because I am the only person in my family who knows how to use our camera. Fail.
I ended up rooting for the Bucks because they’re from Milwaukee and I have Brewer sympathies and because they looked sort of dismal and I felt badly for them.
So. Things I Learned At My First Basketball Game
*It smells like room freshener. Or maybe it’s just some gross perfume that is trendy in LA right now that everyone was wearing.
*There are evil guys in suits who sit on the sidelines. They are plotting against you. Beware.
*They can turn the lights out. That. Is. So. Freaky.
*The cheerleaders- excuse me, dancers- change outfits a tremendous amount. Is the person who planned their routines schizophrenic or something?
*The Staples Center seemed much more enthusiastic about the Lakers than the Clippers. Understandably so.
*But they do adore Blake Griffin. That is understandable too.
*And they seem to adore knocking over Carlos Delfino. He must have gotten knocked to the ground five or six times. He is my new favorite player. Poor guy.
Seeing all those fans, so into their team made me miss my team all the more. Baseball season is coming, but not soon enough!
Final score: Clippers, 105, Bucks, 98. And no, I do not bring Milwaukee teams bad luck when I go root for them. Just to clear that up.
p.s. It’s sunny here. And there are lots of pools. Sorry, people in monster storms.