Last night I went to Round 1 Game 5 of the Celtics vs. Hawks playoffs with a girlfriend of mine. Basketball games are always a blast, especially when the team you’re rooting for wins by a million points (the final score was 110-85). For the record, the home team always wins when I’m in attendance.
So it’s a strange thing to be “two gals at the game.” It’s just that the dynamic between men and women is totally warped when it comes to sports. Like, when the beer people denied me my Bud (LAME FACTOR of Boston sports games: if you’re 25-30 years old and you have an out of state ID, you have to show two forms of identification for alcohol, and if you’re under 25 you can’t buy any at all), and I told my friend that I couldn’t buy beer, this dude behind us practically jumped over his seat in eagerness to buy us booze. I can only assume that he thought we were underage and impressionable or something. Also, my friend and I were trying to get on the Jumbotron until we realized that every remotely attractive woman who appeared on the screen was greeted by hoots and hollers from the male fans. Wish I had gotten video of it – pretty disturbing, actually.
But we still had a blast. I tried to start a cheer, “BIBBY WEARS A BIB!!” but I don’t think people were feelin’ it. I still tried like 5 times. I think I was trying to cancel out the rally sign that Lucky kept holding up, which read “Jungle Time.” What does that even mean?
Hmm, what else? Garnett still dunks a lot, and Cassell still looks like a handsome Martian. Oh, and there was the most bizarre halftime performance ever, which drove me to madness. I guess you can see for yourself in the clip below.