More NBA. My friend scored some corporate tickets to see the Mavs play the Suns. A chance to see Steve Nash play was enticing enough, as were the third row tickets. Below is a Blackberry photo of Dirk.
Dirk and co.
This is really the only way to watch basketball. It gives you a sense of how big the players are, and how light he fouls are, in general. This game had a couple of highlights, not including the fact that my friend next to me caught two of the green mini-basketballs that Champ the Nightmare was throwing into the crowd. What makes it more impressive is that he caught one thrown by hand, and another shot from some huge air-powered mortar barrel. Along with a t-shirt cannon, this would make a great addition to the Free Stuff Payload Arsenal.
Holla "WE WANT PRE-NUP!"
Another highlight involved the Mavs Dancers.Yes, they’re lovely and mostly naked, but they’re no DCCs, nor even Ice Girls, for that matter. Nonetheless, the dancing is entertaining. However, right after these proud performers went out for the first time, the music start playing Gold Digger. That was a poor programming choice.
And remember our old friends the blimps? While I was desperately searching the rafters for the sextoy/burrito, the dog phallus/hot chili flew overhead and dropped a coupon into the row in front of me. Most people would wade through rivers of chum to get free shit, yet the gentlemen in front of us did not notice their coupon.
That ticket better be for a free $7 Miller Lite
It was eventually removed by them, or perhaps some sneaky person fiending Baby Back Ribs.
Finally – and I’m sorry I don’t have a photo of this – the halftime entertainment was Kobra Kai. I shit you not.
