We're really batting 1000 (shooting airballs, in basketball terms, I guess?)
Halfway to the stadium from where we parked and walked, Nate remembered that the tickets were back in the car. Then, poor Tom has been denied entry to the stadium for having a camera in his backpack. Boo hoo, NBA. I never saw any signs declaring them forbidden, either.
We've seated now, with a bird's eye view of the court. This is our first NBA game, for each of us!
(FYI, words can't describe it, but: Yao Ming is... Tall. Huge, really. Wow.)
Halftime: So far at my first NBA game, I confess to finding myself more fascinated with the antics of the Sasquatch mascot as he works through the crowd... and by the cheerleaders, as far as I can tell all perfect examples of human sculpture. Characters certainly intended to captivate. The game itself, I've decided, is merely a convenient excuse for the spectacle surrounding it. Give me soccer instead, any day... but bring the cheerleaders at least, of course ;-)
The game being fairly one-sided in the Rockets' favor, and relatively lifeless in my opinion (Nate says it's because this is a preseason game), we depart to find some sushi.
Wait, no, the dancers have come out again...
OK, now we're leaving.
... and now going back for Nate's camera, still under the seat.
Two words, Nate: Ginko. Biloba.
Darn, the sushi place closes at 9:30PM. Looks like today is the day for breweries. Gordon Biersch. Cute hostess, hmm...
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