Belly Bro, I changed the name on this thread so you can add to it. BW3 was what Buffalo Wild Wings used to be called.
BellyBro had a bit of a Chi Town, Greek Town experience, but that is his story. Here is mine.
BellyBro, his wife, his 19yr old and his 14yr old (forgive me if #'s are wrong) took in a Chicago Bulls verus the Orlando Magic game on New Years. My wife and I joined then, but circumstances led my kids to stay at home. We were in the 5th and 6th row, mid court.
Greg has been to one of these games too. You (one) just have to sit back in awe for a few moments as you take in the sheer size of these giant players. Even the white guys are big. (not a slam, for I am 6'4" and I would qualify as the shortest)
First off, great game. I am ashamed and embarassed to admit that I forgot Bellybro's wifes name. A basketball game is not the best place to meet people, as you as all huddling over seats. Anyway, I immediately decided we needed to switch seats (from past experience). Put the wifes together, then BellyBro and I. I did not mind him sitting next to my wife. I wasnt' to fond of him rubbing her leg though
Anywho, John and I spent the next 3 hours have a great time. I personally loved looking at Johns kids and seeing the shear delight in their eyes.
Then they dropped hats from a giant blimp. We missed one by rows.
Then they threw T shirst out of the rafters with little parachutes. One was coming down straight for us. At the last minute, John and I stood up, reached out, and grabbed it. He and I were both taller than the people behind us. John had a good hold on it, and ended up with a great souvenier.
Our wifes chatted and got along great the whole time. They had plenty to talk about, and found alot of common ground. I won't go into that here, but Kathleen found alot of comfort in the things Johns wife had to say.
The sad thing, because of the noise level, we both missed out on Mrs. Belly's name. John, PM me all your names, as we definitely will need to keep in touch.
Because of my unfortunate family issues, we ended up with extra tickets. A disadvantaged kid that had a standing room only seat sat in one of the two open seats for a while. He didnt know they were ours. He kept looking over his shoulder, waiting to get kicked out. I reached over, handed him one of the $85 tickets for the seat he was sitting in, and said, stay there for the rest of the game. No one can throw you out of that seat, its yours. Made me feel good to do that. He was going to sit there anyway, but once I gave him the ticket, he seemed truly greatful. He took off his jacket and enjoyed the game with us.
Short story. Great game, better yet, great people. Told my wife when we got home, I want to move to a place with people like that.
And I still got to understand what to do with a country ham. John gave me a giant ham that I still dont know what to do with. I'll open a Q talk thread for suggestions.
Thanks John, for the sauce, the ham, and for helping me welcome the new year with some quality friends and family.
You are a true brother.
