I had the opportunity last Thursday to go to a Mavericks game with a friend. He had the tickets and his partner flaked out on him during dinner, so about an hour before the game started, plans were made. It was a great game. I heard last time the Mavs played Memphis they were skunked by 20 points. This game started out no different.
After bribing the “Blue Parking Pass” only ticket attendant with a $20, parking was well within walking distance. Let’s just say I didn’t get to finish my cigarette before we reached the lines. We walked up and handed Charlie our tickets, she asked if we had already been inside. From this day forward, if you are ever asked by a ticket cop if you have already been inside, answer yes. It doesn’t matter, just say yes. The cop is asking you for a reason.
Well this time the reason was we didn’t have the complete ticket stub. Hmmm…He got the tickets from a friend with Season Tickets who couldn’t go to the game. It was suggested the season ticket holder kept the stubs for himself for tax reasons. That really didn’t make sense because they keep the stubs; you use the seat assignments part for tax reasons. But hey, free tickets right?
After a short dialog with the ticket booth, we had freshly printed tickets. We went inside and started hiking to our seats. Seats weren’t too bad, but if we were pro basketball players we would have rubbed our heads on the ceiling, it wasn’t completely at the top, but only a couple rows in. It really wasn’t too bad; we were sitting on the blue line of the hockey ring. (Yes it was basketball, but my 35-45 yard line description was for a different arena.)
The American Airlines center is build very vertically, so you really are looking nearly straight down on the action, it isn’t like The Ballpark in Arlington. (I don’t care how many politicians and executives were bribed; it is still called the Ballpark.) Which gave us a perfect view of the couple’s actions in front of us; we could see exactly what the man’s hand….
Halfway through the 1st period they were down…badly. The bleeding continued until down 19 points. I remembered about the last time they played, and this was looking fairly predicable. The crowd was quiet, and the Mavs were frustrated. Then it all changed.
It was a reckless lay-up charge attempt by a Dallas player. He was stuffed, brutally, and a loud bellowing “crap” was heard, but it wasn’t “crap”. Having been my first pro basketball game I didn’t realize they put microphones on the rims, it adds something to the experience hearing the swish or the klang of a brick. But his expletive was loud. The crowd started cheering and laughing and the Mavs completely turned it around.
They ended up winning their record 13th in a row. That record is already broken, so it really means nothing that I was there. But I was….
I have thought about doing this for a while and decided with this icy, windy and otherwise, miserable weekend, to get it done.
This is a site that we, as proud and noble Robertsons, could use to keep in contact with each other, post photos, blogs, and basically anything else we could imagine. This is my/our website, so imagination's the limit on what this can become. (There are some technical limitations as well.)
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