H and I decided to do somethin' kinda fun. Somethin' we've been wanting to do for a while. Somethin' all True San Antonians must do at some point or another - go see a Spurs game.
So to online to ticketmaster, we went . . .
Tickets for two - much money was spent . . .
We hopped in the car and went to the little basketball kingdom downtown. Our seats were great (despite the man drenched in cologne next to me who liked to spread himself out).
Its been sometime since I'd gone to a game - and it was Haven's first. We were optimistic as the Spurs had won the last two games, and the first two quarters were going pretty well, with the men in white keeping the Hornets at bay.
And just when we were getting settled into our seats with some soft serve ice cream and peanuts, New Orleans stung. Hard.
Third quarter was really painful. Our little team began swelling.
We thought the Spurs would make their usual comeback - it was their court after all. We were going to show them' Hornets whose territory they were on. . .
But the swelling got worse. And the fourth quarter came with no relief.
We left 6 minutes early, shocked and disappointed. They were supposed to win this game. This was OUR game.
We opened the paper this morning to see that it was the worst home game loss for them in history. And we were there.
102 - Hornets
78 - Spurs
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