Saturday night, I couldn't find anyone who was willing to go with me to the Creighton game. It was pretty much my own fault -- I wagered a bet that I could ask someone Friday night at my big event, The Members Party, to go to the game with me. Unfortunately, most of the ladies in the huge crowd were students. That's not happening. So...
I went by myself, and had a great time. I've had the same seats since the Qwest Center opened, so I know the people who sit around me -- its really not a big deal to go it alone, except its kind of a waste. Plus when the place is sold out, my other seat is the only open seat in the whole place. You bet.
I have some of the best seats in the house. Of course I'm partial to them, but look at that view! Just high enough to not have your view blocked by cameramen and media, but low enough to still have a great sightline of the action.
Plus, there are mens bathrooms right behind my section. The cheapest beer stand in the arena is directly behind my section. The mini donuts booth is behind the section next to mine. And the brother of one of the Sports anchor of one of the local TV stations' has the seats next to mine.
My buddy Donovan has been to a few games with me this year, and he will attest to the fact that the best part of my seats is an architectual anomoly. There is a 10-inch gap between seats 5 & 6 in three rows of section 113 -- my section. These seats are the retractible Hockey seats (that's how close they are), and because of the way they fold up, there is a seam that happens to fall between my two seats. So instead of the crammed leg room that the other 15,490 people deal with, myself and the people in front and behind me enjoy luxurious legroom. Its fabulous. So much so that I've turned down the chance to move closer, just to keep that legroom.
That cheap beer stand is good stuff. From the crossed out $7.00 price, replaced with a $5.00 sign -- to the "Free Beer Tomorrow" note, its all good. More traditional beers light Bud Light are $7.00 or more. If you get Pabst Blue Ribbon, Old Milwaukee, Old Milwaukee Light, Schlitz, etc, you get 24 oz poured from two cans for $5.00 -- so you know its good and not watered down.
Its right at the top of the steps in the concourse at top of my section. Fortuitous. And there is a bathroom right next to it. And a short gallop away, they make mini donuts fresh. Life does not get any better, people.
"Free beer tomorrow!" When will tomorrow come?
Unfortunately, Creighton did not play terribly well Saturday night. It was a two-beer game.
If they play well, one 24-oz beer will sustain me for the duration. But if they play poorly and lose, I will require one 24-oz beer for each half. Last night was a two beer game.
After the game was the real excitement. I met some friends for a beer at Billy Frogs downtown, and later went dancing. That led to a sister-in-law sandwich on the dancefloor -- absolutely gross. This shouldn't happen. My brothers wife and her brother's fiance, grinding against me on the dancefloor because no other guys in our group venture onto the dancefloor. They owe me a beer for warming their women up for when they got home. I plan on collecting too. I do not work for free. This is not a charity. Pay up, gentlemen.
Look, I know my gym sculpted butt is powerful. It has an aura. It cannot be denied. But the worship from girlfriends-slash-wives of my buddies has got to stop. The continuing saga of them grabbing my ass, making comments about how hot I am, smacking my butt, that has got to stop. Please.