A misspent adolescent misspent watching One Tree Hill does not qualify you to make claims to all knowledge on American Basketball. And knowing who the Lakers are purely because you once spent a day helping a friend comb through every vintage shop in The Lanes down in Brighton for one of their famous yellow and purple jerseys (she thought they were 'cool', I thought she'd been smoking crack. But that was Viv for you) doesn't make you a desirable 'fan' of the game. But after fabulously overpriced and underwhelming beer, watching a kid win a happy meal a week for a year (I kid you not), floating car blimps, a craptonne of cheerleaders, laughing at Anais's ridiculously great enthusiasm for the Trailblazer's French player (woo Europe!) and more Americana spirit than I thought Portland of all places could ever bellow out, those 4 quarters boiled down to a single point lead for the Trailblazers (Let's go Blazers Let's go!) in the last 7 seconds and had me reassuring Anais in the seat next to me 'our guys totally have this shit, don't worry don't worry, have the faith'. I don't know if it was the spirit, the beer or my weird attraction to all-American experiences, but those last 7 seconds had me totally 180-ing on sport - edged almost off of my little plastic seat and yelling like I knew what I was yelling about. We lost. Obviously after all of that. Breaking the Trailblazers 5-game winning streak. Apparently we were bad luck charms. oops. But holy crap such a good night. Bucket list? Check.
This sadly has turned into my shocked, I'm doing sport? face
