clap clap DE-FENSE

Tonight I had the privilege of going to a Thunder game with some girls from work. Not traditionally the biggest of basketball fans, I have attended two, yes two, games this month and have had a complete blast at both. In fact, after repeatedly answering to who let the dogs out and reminding the players when it was time for defense and when it was time to charge, I am certain that I will barely be able to speak tomorrow. Of course, you have to count in the shameless screaming for t-shirts and frisbees and every time we dunked or stole. I also vaguely remember some verses of we will rock you and bird calls but everything begins to blur when you are inebriated with exhaustion and laughter. For the first of my two games, the half-time show was a single man who was all five Village People and was hilarious. This time around it was Native American dancers and while I am appreciative of the culture shout out, I am pretty sure they just spun in circles for 10 minutes. Not a cumulative circle. Just 8 people stationary in court position…spinning. Of course, it was hard to pay attention when you are continually distracted by the world’s last remaining mullet. It was long, tangled and unwashed; sweeping gently back and forth across his PBR logo with each swig of beer. It was just as a true mullet should be. And let’s not forget to take a moment of silence in honor of the inflatable mascot who suffered a mid-court deflation, head flopping behind as arms and legs scurried off the floor. Or for the man painted completely blue who lost the biggest fan contest to an equally blue fan dressed up as Thor. There is nothing is worse than going smurf in vain. Well, except for being a grown person donning streamers and cat ears. Still, two thumbs up for the Thunder Cat reference, even if I don’t remember them having pompom manes. Thundercats HOOOOO! It was a great night from the tip-off to the funnel cake to the three, count them, three cashiers it took to change out the nacho cheese to the car ride home and the heated debate concerning why running around a car is inherently Chinese. It goes against everything I stand for, but basketball might just have a new fan.