When Hobbies and Hang-ups Collide
The good news is that I took a long lunch break today with several colleagues and we walked over to the Target Center for the noon tip-off of the Lynx game. The bad news is that a week-day noon tip-off means the promotions staff has to work double-time to turn out a crowd. (Even more than they usually do for sparsely attended WNBA games...) Today's gimmick apparently was "invite every kid at every day camp in the 7 county metropolitan area." I'm not even kidding -- I'd say 90% of the crowd was under age 12. It made for a good looking arena because there were a lot of people, and each pack of kids had matching brightly-colored shirts. Someone likened it to a gigantic bowl of Skittles.
But I have to tell you, as much as I love basketball (and that's a LOT) this game really tested my mettle. There were literally thousands of kids. Screaming. And not the exciting kind of loud stadium yelling that adults generate, but the horrible kind of loud kid screaming that's two octaves too high and really should only be audible to dogs. Please, take a moment to imagine, just imagine, a thousand 10 year old girls squealing at the very tip top of their lungs. Now imagine what happens when the #$@% jumbotron operator flashes "LOUDER!!" on the scoreboard. I'm pretty confident it's precisely what hell sounds like.
I spent the better part of the second half wondering if I was officially old. You see, on more than one occasion, I plugged my ears. Sat there at a sporting event with my fingers in my ears. Totally embarrassing, right? But I polled my colleagues and they unanimously agreed that today didn't count. It wasn't that it was too loud. It was too high-pitched! Whew, that was a close one.
Luckily, the game turned out to be a decent one. The Lynx lost, following their recent habit of getting down big in the 3rd quarter then mounting a furious comeback in the 4th but falling just short. But the overall quality of play was higher than I tend to expect in a WNBA game, and I love, love, LOVE watching Lynx rookie Candice Wiggins. I'm trying to find out how to make her my new BFF. My current plan is to intervene on her behalf to get them to stop playing "gettin' jiggy with it" every time she makes a good play while flashing "getting Wiggy with it" on the arena screens. I mean, she has to find that annoying, right? Also, Sue Bird is really fun to watch.
At any rate, I'd have to say watching hoops is a good way to spend your lunch break, even if it is with thousands of kids. And you might even get me to admit that the unbridled joy of those kids brought an occasional smile to my face too. Maybe.
UPDATE: I read in the paper this morning that the announced attendance was 12,276. Meaning there were probably TEN thousand screaming kids. And the official game designation was "Kids' Day." Lesson learned.
But I have to tell you, as much as I love basketball (and that's a LOT) this game really tested my mettle. There were literally thousands of kids. Screaming. And not the exciting kind of loud stadium yelling that adults generate, but the horrible kind of loud kid screaming that's two octaves too high and really should only be audible to dogs. Please, take a moment to imagine, just imagine, a thousand 10 year old girls squealing at the very tip top of their lungs. Now imagine what happens when the #$@% jumbotron operator flashes "LOUDER!!" on the scoreboard. I'm pretty confident it's precisely what hell sounds like.
I spent the better part of the second half wondering if I was officially old. You see, on more than one occasion, I plugged my ears. Sat there at a sporting event with my fingers in my ears. Totally embarrassing, right? But I polled my colleagues and they unanimously agreed that today didn't count. It wasn't that it was too loud. It was too high-pitched! Whew, that was a close one.
Luckily, the game turned out to be a decent one. The Lynx lost, following their recent habit of getting down big in the 3rd quarter then mounting a furious comeback in the 4th but falling just short. But the overall quality of play was higher than I tend to expect in a WNBA game, and I love, love, LOVE watching Lynx rookie Candice Wiggins. I'm trying to find out how to make her my new BFF. My current plan is to intervene on her behalf to get them to stop playing "gettin' jiggy with it" every time she makes a good play while flashing "getting Wiggy with it" on the arena screens. I mean, she has to find that annoying, right? Also, Sue Bird is really fun to watch.
At any rate, I'd have to say watching hoops is a good way to spend your lunch break, even if it is with thousands of kids. And you might even get me to admit that the unbridled joy of those kids brought an occasional smile to my face too. Maybe.
UPDATE: I read in the paper this morning that the announced attendance was 12,276. Meaning there were probably TEN thousand screaming kids. And the official game designation was "Kids' Day." Lesson learned.
posted by Anginator at
9:14 PM
2 Comments:
First, I love that you went to a basketball game in the middle of the day on a weekday. Kickass. Second, it is hilarious that you were subjected to the high-pitched screaming that I, as a former basketball camp director, know ALL too well. Tee-hee. Third, C'mon Lynx!!!!
By
sakamaho, At
7:29 PM
Angie! This reminds me, when are we going to have our light rail lunch date?
By
Dr Em, At
7:37 PM
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