i felt like i was doing everything wrong - i worked super late, so i wasn't able to get home to get my lucky perkins t-shirt before going to the bar where i watch the games. i got there 3 minutes into the start of the 1st quarter and they were already sucking. from there i proceeded to sit and watch them get pounded for all of the first half.
throughout the playoffs my dad and i have talked at half time. i almost broke that trend because i was so upset that i didnt want to hear him complain about the refs, but i went outside chainsmoked 3 camel lights, heard him out, and sulked back inside, only to find a smoking hot chick sitting in my chair. normally, i'd have taken the opportunity to tell her she was in my seat to strike up a conversation, but instead i decided to just lean against the door. then it all started happening. pierce came out like a player, doc was making all the right moves, kg stepped up, and ray allen became jesus shuttlesworth. the girl kept sitting there looking at me, almost daring me to go and talk to her - she was the devil, i swear to christ. but i held off, leaned against the door for what felt like the next 3 hours, and the celtics completed the most fantastic comeback probably in the history of the world.
but then, post game, i got her number. i just couldn't help myself. fantastic night.