Oldish Mannish (part 1)
Today, I went to the Raptors game...
After the so-so start to the year, the Raptors were above .500 and they had pretty good players including the 'franchise' Vince Carter, and new players, including Jalen Rose.
So...after my dad's obvious Asian attraction to cheap tickets, I found myself in the SPRITE ZONE!!!
'Ok' I thought to myself. ' The seats are kinda cramped, and this guy's kneecap is up my spinal cord...but its ok...for the SPRITE ZONE!!'
So after the anthem (sung by this unknown singer), the game started. And ended, right there, in the first 15 minutes. Why you ask? Simple. After 5 minutes, the Raptors trailed 16-5, and after the first quarter were down something like 12-30.
So...to pass the time, I started looking around. And saw him. This guy, with the Einstein hairstyle, but with this mad bald spot ( I mean..I could see my reflection in his cranium...I wanted to polish it for him..but it was clear his wife already had.) was using a pair of binoculars to scope the game!
Ok...so theres nothing wrong with that..but you should have seen it! This oldish man..like...maybe 63ish....was perched on the first 10 percent of his chair...(I could have put two massive parka's behind him and he never would have noticed) with both eyes squinting, mouth open, breathing heavily ( I guess he was really into the action..it was like 'huuHH!! huhhHH') and then he kept muttering too!
'We're getting killed...We're getting murdered' the man (now known as Oldish Manish) muttered to his wife. 'Do you see it dear? we're getting murdered.'
He was so pitiful that he desereved an Oscar alone for the appearance. I mean..picture Jack Nicholson..only more...dark skinned in Something About Smidt.
SO anyway, as I half expected him to burst into tears, his wife says:'Honey, Sweety....GET A LIFE!'
Woah. I expected: ' Honey...Sweety...here...have an Oscar'
Or...'Honey..Sweety...here...have a hanky..it's clear that you're about to cry'
Did I describe the wife?
Picture...Patty or Selma. Yeh..only fatter, and no smoking.
Same voice though. Fancy that.
Anyway...the game progressed, and the Raptors attempted a comeback, but at the end, they lost.
And the battle beside me...ended in a tie: the marriage survived...
I'll post more of the Oldish Manish Wars later..tired...
After the so-so start to the year, the Raptors were above .500 and they had pretty good players including the 'franchise' Vince Carter, and new players, including Jalen Rose.
So...after my dad's obvious Asian attraction to cheap tickets, I found myself in the SPRITE ZONE!!!
'Ok' I thought to myself. ' The seats are kinda cramped, and this guy's kneecap is up my spinal cord...but its ok...for the SPRITE ZONE!!'
So after the anthem (sung by this unknown singer), the game started. And ended, right there, in the first 15 minutes. Why you ask? Simple. After 5 minutes, the Raptors trailed 16-5, and after the first quarter were down something like 12-30.
So...to pass the time, I started looking around. And saw him. This guy, with the Einstein hairstyle, but with this mad bald spot ( I mean..I could see my reflection in his cranium...I wanted to polish it for him..but it was clear his wife already had.) was using a pair of binoculars to scope the game!
Ok...so theres nothing wrong with that..but you should have seen it! This oldish man..like...maybe 63ish....was perched on the first 10 percent of his chair...(I could have put two massive parka's behind him and he never would have noticed) with both eyes squinting, mouth open, breathing heavily ( I guess he was really into the action..it was like 'huuHH!! huhhHH') and then he kept muttering too!
'We're getting killed...We're getting murdered' the man (now known as Oldish Manish) muttered to his wife. 'Do you see it dear? we're getting murdered.'
He was so pitiful that he desereved an Oscar alone for the appearance. I mean..picture Jack Nicholson..only more...dark skinned in Something About Smidt.
SO anyway, as I half expected him to burst into tears, his wife says:'Honey, Sweety....GET A LIFE!'
Woah. I expected: ' Honey...Sweety...here...have an Oscar'
Or...'Honey..Sweety...here...have a hanky..it's clear that you're about to cry'
Did I describe the wife?
Picture...Patty or Selma. Yeh..only fatter, and no smoking.
Same voice though. Fancy that.
Anyway...the game progressed, and the Raptors attempted a comeback, but at the end, they lost.
And the battle beside me...ended in a tie: the marriage survived...
I'll post more of the Oldish Manish Wars later..tired...
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