My lady bought tickets to the Ohio State basketball game, which was awesome, although I nearly had to set myself on fire to survive walking from the parking lot to the stadium. The game itself was close, with lead changes and excitement. Of course, the best part was people watching…as long as they didn’t interact with me.
One of my mysteries of life are people who wear the other team’s colors and go nuts during games. There was a man to my right wearing a bright orange shirt (Illinois’ colors) jumping up and down for the Buckeyes, heckling the refs relentlessly. I have more of problem with the bright orange shirt in general, but you would think someone going that ape for a basketball game would actually think about stuff like that. Or it’s very Bravo channel of me to notice.
The guy behind me was OK, until a bad call caused an explosion of spit to hit the back of my neck. Thanks, hope you don’t have swine flu. That almost bothered me as much as the lady in the front row. She watched the game only to take pictures and text them to her pals. She was tweeting and chit chatting with everyone, dancing around, making a spectacle of herself. The topper was when the high schoolers behind her brought some hot dogs to their seats, she turned around and said, “Watch out for my coat, it’s real fur!” I was actually disappointed, because they were perfect gentlemen. Kids these days. I would have definitely smeared relish on her coat when she turned around.