Last night was my first Chicago Bulls game. I never went to see Michael Jordan play. Yes, that’s very sad. The Bulls handily defeated the worst team in the NBA, the Atlanta Hawks, 105-91.
I went with a couple co-workers. We had very nice seats. We were about 20 rows behind the visitor’s basket. Some United Center employees handed everyone signs that said “CLANK”. I don’t think the signs worked too well. Maybe it would have been more effective if we made the signs into giant paper airplanes and threw them at the Hawks.
I was surprised at how shiny their uniforms were. You don’t see that on the television.
I was also surprised at how fast the game moves. I have been to some high school and college basketball games, but the NBA is like hitting the fastforward button.
I was also surprised at how small the court appeared. Perhaps it was because we were behind the basket.
And of course there were the standard t-shirt tossing guns and races on the jumbotron. I was very excited to win a free cup of Dunkin’ Donuts coffee even though I hate coffee. GO TWOOOOOOOOOOO! GO TWOOOOOOOOOOO! (Everyone in the stadium was handed a flyer with either the number 1, 2, or 3. If you number wins, then you win whatever little prize they have to offer.)
They also had t-shirts falling from the rafters on little parachutes. One was coming down in my general area and some dude started pushing me. It got a little crazy for a couple minutes. The shirt wafted to another section and I was without a free shirt. They cranked up the air conditioning so the shirts would travel farther distances.