March Happiness
We went to a Knicks game last Sunday and it was one of the worst sports experiences of my life.
The loudest cheers of the night came from parents yelling for their scantily-clad, 12-year-old daughters dancing to “Low” during timeouts (Apple-bottom jeans and the boots with the fur!).
The second-loudest cheers of the night came for the 10-year-old boys who played during half time (I totally would’ve dominated them).
Madison Square Garden may be the “World’s Most Famous Arena” but it also hosts one of the most over-priced tickets in the pro game today.
There’s nothing like watching NBA players launch up half-court shots in warms-ups to let you know they just don’t care (or are really passionate about HORSE).
The Knicks don’t have a mascot, have a crappy cheer leading squad, and use t-shirt slingshots (I’m sorry, but you need t-shirt guns if you want to compete it today’s market).
Not once was the crowd roused from its seats during the game, except to go grab some more nachos and beer.
Even the most abysmal Minnesota Timberwolves game is twice as exciting as a Knicks game.
But, it’s still not that much better. I continue to feel more distanced to professional sports as time goes on with a few exceptions (The Minnesota Twins being the most notable — reasonable ticket prices and accessible players).
I’ve seen a lot of high school and college basketball games that have left me buzzed (I’ll still pass any urine test you throw my way). It’s fun to watch extremely skilled athletes, but a competitive match-up wrought with emotion and consequence is often far more entertaining.
And that’s why March Madness makes me so happy (see why March Madness makes Frank happy).
