Oklahoma City Thunder

For my Dad's birthday we decided to attend our first Oklahoma City Thunder game. Ross was able to buy discount tickets through his work. So, for $1.00 less per ticket, we got prime seats in the furthest most row of the furthest most section. Ben was quickly en route to bed time and would just begin to settle down when the crowd would erupt, jolting him awake in our arms. Perhaps an evening game was not the best idea. I have never understood why the trainers have to do all the stretching of players on the court. Why would you want some dude massaging your butt muscles in front of 3000 people? Why not just run around missing 50% of your layups like the rest of your team. By half time and the ping pong piano player (actually more entertaining than it sounds), Joshy, too, had worn down. He was laying down on Jessi's shoulder, one eye closed and on eye making sure no one else took a bite of his pretzel. You know he has had his fill when he asks to go home. They had the volume in the arena ridiculously loud and as we loaded into the car, the last thing Joshy said was that he never wanted to hear that sound again. I won't hold him to it because he might change his mind when sitting in seats that aren't parallel with the ceiling speakers. Per those left behind, it was a nail biter or whatever sports phrase applies that I don't care enough to learn but we pulled through with the win. Go team.