Ummmm sort of...except I'm not wealthy, or a guy, I live in Oklahoma City, I'm not a racist....Okay, I'm not Spike Lee, but I watched a basketball game like him on New Years Eve, right there courtside. I was close enough to be able to read the players' tattoos, now that's close.
The Computer Guy's boss gave us his tickets to go watch the Oklahoma City Thunder (our new NBA team) play the Golden State Warriors. I not sure where Golden State is exactly. I learned all the states back in school and that wasn't one of them, so I'm thinking they're from California. They could just call themselves the California Warriors. We wouldn't make them feel bad about being from there. Okay, we wouldn't tease them to tears about it. I think they are the only team in the NBA worse than the Thunder. That made it a pretty good night to go since our guys had a decent chance of winning, for once.
They were good tickets, and by good I mean great. They were in the front row, so our feet were actually on the wooden floor or court or whatever you call that thing. Oh, yeah, I'm not a basketball person. I'm short and they don't let us short people play it, so I don't know much (anything) about basketball. My husband on the other hand loves it with the passion of someone who was the star in high school but blew out his knees and couldn't play in college but would have been great if he could have......I like to people watch, so I enjoyed it anyway. There were also some moments of the game that were pretty good. I wasn't a total waste of a good seat.
If you've ever wanted to know if those people on the floor get special perks, honey, they do. We got to park in the special VIP lot which was so close to the arena that we didn't even really need to put on our coats. The wind and cold didn't even get a chance to touch us before we were inside. That was also due to the private VIP entrance that let us skip the line and crowd out front. Mingle with the people? Horrors! We got special VIP bracelets that told everyone that we were special. Some really nice lady showed us to our seats and asked if we had a drink order. Seriously. The people in the front don't go for concessions. They get a waitress. Coolness. We also had a little lounge area where we could hang out with the other front row people before, during, and after the game. Again, no waiting or talking to other lesser folks. But the best part was we got the good bathrooms!!! No nasty stadium sporting event potties for us! They were pretty fancy and spic and span clean! I'm pregnant and was in there a lot. I appreciate a nice bathroom.
The amenities of front row living rock. Too bad the people there don't seem to enjoy it. They don't dress for a basketball game; they dress to impress each other. Why else would they be wearing Ferragamo shoes and their fancy Rolex watch? Alright that was the lady next to me, but she didn't look weird next to the front row people. They also work really hard at looking bored which makes them boring. They don't cheer. They don't dance. They don't clap. I'm not sure why they were there. I think it might have been for fun to sit a few rows back with the crazy college kid in his cape, mask and body paint. I'll bet he's a hoot!
It was really fun to try out someone else's life for a little while, to pretend that we are the kind of people who sip champagne at a basketball game and sneak in and out of the side entrance. We would jump at the chance to sit in those seats again. But those front row people better watch out, because the next time I sit with them I'm buying a foam finger and a goofy beer hat and jumping up to dance the "YMCA" with the rest of the loonies. The loonies are my people and I'll bet they'd love to see one of their own make it to the front row.