So I'm not a big basketball fan. Or, I should say, I'm not a big NBA fan. I mean, I'll watch it if it's on, and I'll go if it's cheap, and I enjoy myself while I'm there, but I'm not a rabid fan by any means. We usually go to one or two games a year, whenever the Cub Scouts or PTA get a group of tickets going. In fact, we went to a great game back in December - possibly the best game of the season, since not only did the Sonics win, they won on a buzzer-beater shot. Doesn't get any better than that.
Now, as the
press reports, since Washington State and the City of Seattle aren't willing to build the Sonics a new playpen, the new ownership is very likely going to move the team to Oklahoma City. Soon. They say they'll play next season at the Key, but somehow it feels doubtful.
So when my friend Chico called me this afternoon and said "I have a 1 in 6 chance of winning tickets to tonight's game...might be the last Sonics game in Seattle..." I had to adjust some plans. You know, on the off chance he won 'em.
Well, win them he did, and we went. Well, technically he went and then I went, since I couldn't get out of taking the boy to Cub Scouts and the wife had a meeting until 8, but I did get there for the second half. The second half of the last game of the season. A game that Dallas didn't care about, and that Seattle would be better off losing. As far as I can tell, other than Dirk Nowitski and Rashard Lewis, none of the other players on the floor had ever worn uniforms before. Sure, they were in the program, but I'd never heard of any of them.
And even with all this garbage time action, the Sonics still managed to lose. By 30. But at least the tickets were free, the dance team were pretty, and the $7 beer wasn't overly watered down!