Having never been to a basketball game before, I was unaware of the bred of human being that attends such an event!
There was the robust dude in the Mexican wrestling mask shouting "DEFENCE!" whenever one of those catchy sports-related songs came over the PA, whether it be cotton eye Joe, the hamster dance, or one of Sean Paul's classics.
There were the shirtless 12 year old boys, who had an extreme love of the game, and in sheer excitement removed their shirts, and began whipping them over their heads.
There was also a portion of the game dedicated to audience participation, where a dozen or so beach balls were thrown into the crowd, and it was the job of the particular section you were sitting in, to keep your beach ball in you designated area. Too bad that whichever dunce bumped ours out of our area was then pelted with the chant "S'ALL YOUR FAULT!! S'ALL YOUR FAULT!!"
WHO THE FUCK CARES THAT I DIDN'T WIN A TRIP FOR TWO TO ANYWHERE AIR CANADA FLYS, AS THEY VERY STUPIDLY DIDN'T CHOSE ME TO A 3-POINTER SHOOT-OFF CHALLENGE?!?!
Since our team scored more than 100 points, WE GOT FREE PIZZA, Y'ALL!!!!
It must be soul crushing to the professional athletes, when all you can hear being yelled from the crowd is "PIZZA!! PIZZA!! BOOOOOOOOO!!!! YOU GUYS SUCK AT THIS!!!!PIZZA!!!PIZZA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
I will have buckets to update during my next post, as tonight's activities include a birthday dinner at Hooter's, 20x the points at Shopper's Drug Mart, and a trip to the 'rippers with Heather Sanderson, and Guy Anderson.