So, last night I lived the dream and sat courtside, midcourt. I will upload pictures and post them later. I rocked a Landry Fields jersey and my dad the alternate black and orange practice style jersey (which is really awesome and if you are looking for a great value stitched jersey, I recommend it).
I shot the breeze with some of the players. Looked at Wilson and said "Wilson 'The Mayor' Chandler." I think he knew. At halftime I told him to take the corner three and he shook his head. Adelman laid out a good gameplan for that. Shawne Williams looked blown away when I knew his name. Amar'e looked like he thought I was annoying and then when saw me sit at courtside repping the team he nodded.
I was most excited to see Herb Williams though. I loved chanting for Herb at the Garden. Those were the good years. Herb is awesome and really appreciated that I said hi.
At this point I'm drunk and Les Alexander walks by. He says we should take those jerseys off and me and my dad were like nahhhhh. His lady friend started to tee off about how disrespectful it was. 1st Ammendment rights sugar. But after a couple of minutes we were thinking "you cannot buy these seats... we do not want to be blacklisted." We took them off and they appreciated that.
But to the game: you could tell the goddamned team does nto communicate well at all. They just don't talk on the court. You hear all the time about hearing the guys when you sit on those seats. Once I heard Gallo call off a defender. Another time I heard Amar'e on the sideline yell "COME ON, LET'S GO" and once I heard
scream at TD "Toney! TONEY! WE TALKED ABOUT THAT ALL MORNING" but that was it.
Where the hell is the damned passion? What the hell?
The worst part was Amar'e dunk at the end of the 4th. It was pretty awesome, but WHAT. THE. FUCK. Where was THAT at the beginning of the game. I actually lost it. Really upset me. This really pleased Les.
The team needs a quarterback type that barks out what to do and when to do it. Esepcially on defense, like a middle linebacker or something. You can tell the team can anticipate what to do. But this offense is supposed to be based upon options. They just go on autopilot and do the same damn thing over and over again.
I'm kind of glad I took the jersey off. no heart last night. And of course I see Curry's fat ass in a big and tall suit laughing it up on the sideline. Ugh.
Pictures later