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December 14, 2005

Here's The Ring, I'll Meet You At The Car

As if proposing in the second quarter of a Sonics - Warriors game on a Tuesday wasn't clumsy enough

Best Sonics game of my tenure as a season-ticket holder last night. Sure, the Sonics lost (sigh), but they lost in the most exciting and dramatic possible fashion: a three-pointer to win from the Warriors' Baron Davis with 0.4 seconds remaining in overtime. On top of that, embattled Sonics coach Bob Weiss got tossed for protesting a sequence of horrific calls on controversial Sonics forward Danny Fortson.

(In general, I love trafficking in sports-adjectives cliches as above; that is, I have to assume that 30 percent of all articles about Weiss and Fortson contain the words "embattled" and "controversial" as modifiers of the respective names. It's worth noting that "embattled" just means "he'll get fired before the end of the season," and "controversial" means "he's a jerk." Just like "controversial wide receiver Terrell Owens." Anyhoo.)

So it was a bummer that they lost, but I definitely feel like I got my $13 worth of entertainment for the evening ($26.50 if you count the two beers at $6.75 per). And now that I've been to a few of these games, I feel like I'm getting into the rhythm of season-ticket holder life: the ebbs and flows of the team, the relationship with other fans in the section, and, of course, complicated opinions about the various entertainments presented during the stoppages.

So far I'm a pretty big fan of Squatch (essentially a giant Wookie with a Sonics jersey) and his schtick. The dance team is okay and I'm admittedly a little iffy on the Boom Squad; I just don't know if I'm ready for break-dancing to come back, and whether or not the whole Boom Squad thing is supposed to be ironic. The dunking ushers? I still need to be convinced that they're not just the Boom Squad on a costume change.

Last night we were treated to one of those (ahem) slightly cliched (cough cough) sporting event marriage proposals. I dunno; there just has to be an easier way to make it onto the local news. Or even the Fox Sports Northwest report. When they show people proposing at home plate or something, and he's been an Orioles fan all his life, and blah blah blah, I think, okay, this guy's a dork, but at least he's making it memorable.

Last night's proposal was not memorable.

There was a stoppage in the second quarter. Not even halftime. The second quarter. With a couple minutes to play. The jumbotron prompted us to look at a gentleman in a green tracksuit seated in the first row. He made his way up to about the sixth row and, with attendant histrionics from the PA announcer, proposed to a lovely woman seated there. She apparently said yes (no audio -- but it looked like he got a result) and there was much rejoicing. Or at least celebratory music on the PA and the some streamers and whatnot.

And then the oddest thing happened -- the guy returned to his seat in the front row. He just decided to spend the rest of his life with this woman, but he wouldn't even sit with her for the second half! At first we thought it was some sort of mixup, or maybe he was doing a little lap to accept some high-fives from his boys in the front row. Nope. He was still there, sans fiance, in the third quarter. And the fourth quarter. And overtime.

Must be really tough to get front-row seats.

Posted by thatkid at December 14, 2005 4:12 PM under C@L , ThatKid

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