Well, I'm sitting here at home, its 1:35 AM, and I have a bag of ice on my knee. But I'm happy, nay, thrilled to have a sore knee. Strange, I know, but this is good pain. Tonight, the Jays rallied back from 17 points down in the second half, and 11 with three minutes to play, and won on a last-second three from Cavel Witter. When the shot went in, I jumped in the air and when gravity did what gravity always does, I slammed into the seat in front of me. This gave me the most enormous charley horse the world has ever known, and also banged up my knee pretty good. But I didn't care, and in fact I jumped a second time. And a third time. To hell with it, the Jays fought back and won!
Also, its a good thing I can type, because I sure can't speak. My vocal chords are shredded to pieces. Basically, my body is a wreak and I didn't even play. This is what happens when I'm allowed room to jump, scream, wave my arms and exert physicality as a fan. Maybe its best for the hoopdy-dooers to be in their seats after all.
Nah, who am I kidding, that was a blast. 8000 die-hard fans yelling, getting on the other team and especially on the refs. Dare I say it was louder than it is with 17,000 there? Sounded that way live, and it sounded that way on ESPNU when I saw the tape.
That was a game for the die-hards, and when I looked around at who was there, it was no surprise who came out in my section. It was the people who yell and scream all year long, minus the people who sit and complain about the rest of us standing too much. Sorry, but it was a lot more fun without you. That was the most fun I've had at a Jays game since the Civic, and do you know why? There wasn't anyone around me who mistakenly believed they were at a funeral. Just real honest-to-goodness hoops fans who cared about cheering loudly.
You bet.