One of Mr. Q’s vendors was generous enough to share tickets with us to last night’s Celtic vs. Mavs basketball game at the American Airlines Center (AAC) in Dallas. We’ve been lucky to be able to use these seats before, and appreciate the entertainment that Mark Cuban and the staff at the AAC provide. The seats themselves in are the ‘Platinum’ section which means a separate entrance, parking pass for a very close garage, servers available to bring food & drink to your seat and really nice bathrooms. The bathroom thing may not seem like a big deal, but have you been to the restrooms at any of these big arenas? Some of their facilities are just plain nasty - Ranger’s stadium is an excellent example. Or Fenway Park. I could go on, but I think you get my point.
Anyway, these seats, as you can imagine, are not cheap. But, the people sitting around us? Well, they either recieved their tickets as a gift or their parents never taught them manners (or both?). Take the guy sitting next to Mr Q that looked like a younger, more smart-assier Owen Wilson (not sure that’s possible, but trust me, it was), that kept picking his nose. I’m NOT kidding!!! I swear, EVERY time I looked in LQ’s direction, his neighbor was digging for treasure. I even thought I saw him eat the rsults at one point! Holy snot-rocket Batman, do 20-somethings really do this shit!? AND, do they actually get a second date?
Oh wait,it gets better…though the Celtics didn’t play their best game last night, they came from behind (as many as 13 points) to win the game in the last minute or so. A real nail biter. You should have seen and heard The Nose-picker. First, when the Mavs were winning he was yelling at the refs for nearly every call they made. Some of his complaints were justified, some were not. Whatever. Then, as the Mavs began to lose their lead, he started yelling at the fans that were cheering for the Celts! ‘Why don’t you go to Boston?’ ‘Shut up!’ ’Sit down!’ (such orignal stuff, huh?) OMG I couldn’t believe this dude. When it became evident that Boston was going to win, he threw his water bottle (after his many beers and cocktails he’d already consumed during the night) into his seat and stormed off, pouting! Grow up man, it’s a freaking game! I was really secretly hoping he would have challenged my team loyalties, so I could get in his face. It would have brought me so much satisfaction to see him taken away in matching braclets courtesy of DPD. Oh well…maybe next time?
Anyway, we had a good time, watching the WORLD CHAMPION BOSTON CELTICS beat little ‘ol Dallas. We got home late, got up for work early and have been dragging ass all day. But, it was worth it!