We like sportz, and we don't care who knows?
Last night, almost all of my co-workers and I went to the Iowa Energy game at Wells Fargo Arena. The irony of holding this outing at a place which shares the name of one of major targets did not escape me.
Normally, I hate basketball, but I found myself having a pretty good time and getting excited about each basket scored. And later, I considered whether I should go again some time.
However, I should mention two caveats:
1. When the Energy scored 90 points, everyone in the crowd would win free fries. And when they scored 100 points, everyone won a free Whopper. I really like winning free stuff, so I'm pretty sure that's really why I was cheering. The rest of the game, which the Energy lost, was pretty anticlimactic.
2. Sometimes, I really like yelling and acting like a crazy person. A basketball game is a great place to do both of those things. The fact that the Energy are a development team meant that no one took the game very seriously, and I did not get punched in the face for saying things like "Throw the ball into the basket" at the top of my lungs.
So, maybe I don't like basketball that much after all, at least not for the usual reasons.
But at least this gives me a chance to reference this brilliant song by The Lonely Island:
