Usually when the Mister has tickets for a sporting event, I gladly let him take one of the kids. Whatever kid is left home, we use that time to hang out, eat junk food, and watch crap TV. This time, The Mister invited me along to see The Sixers, as a way to begin a weekly date night. While it was nice to visit someplace sans kids, I still was quite Meh. In my opinion, The Sixers have stunk since Charles Barkley left, and lost all relevancy when Allen Iverson (along with his Momma Ann) were sent wherever the Hell they were sent. Also, the last time I was at the Spectrum it was The Spectrum. Not the Wachovia Center, Not The Wells Fargo Center, Not the whatever it’s called now. And you could smoke there.
It wasn’t crowded at all and The Mister attributed that to the fact this was a preseason game. Our seats were pretty close to the action. Even though we were close, I was a tad annoyed that I left my dang knitting home. Basketball is not my favorite sport. Perhaps it’s because the off court antics seem to overshadow the work the guys do on the court, or that I feel that athletes are over rated and overpaid. For whatever reason, I was a reluctant companion.
The game itself aside, it was nice to spend time alone with the Mister.
|The Mister as a Flyer.|
|Peep that $7.50 for a beer. AKA why I keep a flask handy (shifty side eye)|
|Who is going to be scared of this dude looking pregnant? Really, was this the B Team of guards?|
|I present the Late Middle Age woman in the red wig. That damn Nicki Minaj making people think that ish is cute.|
|Hip Hop, the strangest (read lamest) mascot of the Philly teams.|
|Mr Clean. The later years.|