Three points

If you had placed a bet that I'd be the last person to ever attend a professional basketball game, you'd have made a pretty safe bet. But you'd have lost tonight. Sorry.

What could I do? The tickets were both good and free. As an active cultural ambassador of all things American for my beloved German wife, I felt I had a duty. It was also going to be 70's night at Madison Square Garden, with Sister Sledge performing at half-time. I don't know about you, but I can't get enough of "We Are Family." Also we didn't have anything else to do, and the Garden isn't far from the apartment.

What impressed me most was the tickets said the seats we had were $100 each. In spite of this princely sum, the seats were neither comfortable or spacious. In fact, they were nothing more than itty-bitty folding chairs with the hint of a cushion on it. I am glad basketball games aren't long. We did have a good view, though.

The Knicks were playing against the Clippers, and they soundly whooped some ass. It was a record-breaking night, with Sprewell making nine consecutive three-point shots. The announcer savored each one, yelling "Threeeeeeee points Spreeeeeeewellllll!"

We had a good time, but as we walked home, I realized that I'll probably have to take Conny to a football game next. Crap.
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