We went to another college basketball game on Wednesday. We bought $5 tickets -- cheapest we could get without sneaking in! -- expecting to sit in the nosebleeds. But apparently all the basketball fans left town for the holiday; the game was so sparsely attended that they told everyone up in the balconies to come down to the floor. We ended up watching the game from about 8-10 rows away from the court. :-)
The girls loved it. Like last time (which I meant to blog about, but never did), the toddler plugged her ears for the first 10 minutes or so. She doesn't like loud noises (the vacuum terrifies her); the buzzes, the whistles, the shouts from the crowd, the piped-in music all took some getting used to. The baby, however, got right into the spirit of things, shaking that little diaper-padded booty of hers and clapping her hands.
I never in my life expected to utter such a phrase, lol, but I was disappointed not to see the cheerleaders and drill team this time. There were four stragglers, left behind to do backflips after every successful foul shot, but I missed the showy routines from the full squad during long time-outs and half-time. When we went earlier in the month, the "fancy dancers" had been one of the girls' favorite parts of the game! All that running back and forth gets old when you don't understand the intricacies of the sport, but pretty ladies (and a guy or two) in sparkly clothes, dancing in perfect synchrony to obscenely upbeat music? Oh my goodness, bring it on. Little kids just eat that stuff up.
Geez, where are my principles? Lol! What can I say? I just love to see my children happy and entranced.
The toddler also missed the mascot, who must have had Thanksgiving plans elsewhere. Ever since that first game we went to, she's been talking about going back to see her friend Scarecrow (uh, he's actually not a scarecrow, but I don't argue). She thinks he's going to give her presents. She thinks everyone is going to give her presents, though I don't think it's out of greed. She just has this innocent optimism, a firm belief that good things will happen and in her vernacular, presents -- and birthday cake -- are the ultimate good things.
We had a great time, and our team won. I really wish we could afford to go more often.
~RCH~
6 years ago
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The other day Kyle and I went to a Hockey game and there was a little tiny, maybe four months in the row behind us, sitting on her moms lap, and nestled in her little ears, bright orange ear plugs.
I think she was even sleeping.
That's so cool you take your girls to bball games...I haven't yet ventured to a game w. my two boys out of fear that we will be asked never to come back!!! And I do miss watching basketball live...Maybe I'll just have to take my chances and try it.
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