I don’t know if you’ve been to a Bobcats game this season, but I got to go Monday, and boy, was it exciting!
The second we get through the front door, Daddy takes a picture of our two little boys with five Lady Cats. Did you know they wear the same size shorts as my 6-year-old? He begs them to trade. They don’t.
But we get to buy stuff. We could have been in Macy’s at Christmas, there was so much stuff in those glass cabinets. We make careful, critical purchases – an encased basketball card, two sweatbands and a lanyard. All must-haves, to be used frequently.
The food’s great. Did you know they cook everything to order? And the music. It’s like a rewind of the AMA’s – but with better sound, because it isn’t coming out of an old Zenith. While the dishwasher’s running. Rap blasts through the speakers in a way that I’m positive I never would have heard the dry cycle end.
We’re in a box suite that I scored through a lottery. And if the mini kitchen and our very own flat-screen isn’t enough, guess what the upholstered seats can do … shock! If you sit and rub back and forth in a polyester shirt four or five times, you can shock the shimmy out of the person next to you. My 10-year-old shocked his little brother so bad that he actually grabbed his arm and fell on the floor. I’m not kidding.
I think there’s a basketball game going on, but I can’t be sure. One of our kids is on the giant “Dance Cam” screen with a group of teenage girls – he’s leaned over into their adjoining box.
Meanwhile, there’s some sort of explosion, Daddy’s yelling “incoming!” and our other kid is scrambling into another box to retrieve a T-shirt that was just launched from midcourt – which would be like me launching a T-shirt from my house into the frozen food section of the Harris Teeter. How’d they do that?
Suddenly, something’s pressed into my hand. Holy molar, it’s my son’s bloody tooth.
There’s a lot of cheering and screaming, so either the Bobcats are rallying, or my son yanked that tooth out on “Dance Cam.”
I miss the final seconds of the game because Daddy’s taking a picture of our son holding up his tooth. He says he needs it to go with another picture he has of him holding a canine he pulled out at Camden Yards at an Orioles game.
Oh. I guess all the games are like this.