hooping it up with single serving friends

I sat one row back from the throw-in line at American Airlines center and watched the Mavericks school the Trailblazers. Josh, who scored the $1000 worth of tickets, took the front row. Sadly no basketball players fell on him.

Surprising observation: They looked really, really big that close. The basketball looked so tiny in their hands.

Sat next to a woman who had lived in Alabama and graduated from Emory. Went to school for engineering but Cal 3 made her decide to switch to accounting. Cute, and close to my age even. Her first Mavs game too. She had the same kind of tickets Josh had from Big Brothers, Big Sisters. I seem to find these sixty second love affairs more regularly than ever before. It’s fun appreciating them for what they are.