Nachos anyone?

Well, pro basketball is in full swing. Haven't really been keeping up with it at all. But it reminds me of the one and only time I went to a pro ball game. I got to see the Cavs play in Cleveland. Don't ask me who won the game or who they even played. I wish I could say it was a long time ago just so I could have a good excuse. I guess I kind of do, but still. I should remember these two key facts.

Anyway, here's my story. I went with one of my long time guy friends. His employers planned a trip for the employees. They were taking them to the Cavs game and also having a little seminar at their headquarters beforehand. They each were allowed to take one guest. So here I am. We went to their little seminar which was rather interesting and they fed us dinner. After all that we headed the rest of the way to Cleveland.

Finally get to the game. I had never been to the stadium before. It's huge and kind of overwhelming. We get seated and we're pretty much in the nose bleed section but it's still awesome. Can't complain, it's free. In the midst of the game, I'm just sitting there minding my own business. I guess one of the girls that was in our group had gone to get nachos. She was sitting in the row behind us. Well, she was walking back to her seat and I don't know if she stumbled or what, but she dropped that whole damn thing of nachos all over my lap. Omigod, you've gotta be fuckin kidding me. Man, was I heated. I didn't say a word. I just sat there for a minute trying to compose myself. Then I started to clean them up. They were all over. Cheese and chips everywhere. The guy I came with was just laughing. He said he was laughing because he if he didn't he would have said something he would've regretted. Good thing I guess. I would rather her just look like the ass in the situation.

Well, the girl apologized profusely. I just smiled and said it was ok. These things happen. Just usually not to me. I get cleaned up for the most part. Graciously enough, one of the men that was in the group lent me his sweatshirt. Props to this guy or I would have just looked like a greasy mess the rest of the game. Awkward enough as it was to be known as the girl that got the nachos spilled on her taco (lol).

The game seemed to take forever from that point on. Because I sure as hell was ready to go home. Finally we left. Finally we got home. The girl had offered to buy me a new shirt but I wouldn't let her. Yet another way to make her feel like an ass. I did get commended for keeping my composure the way I did. The person said that anyone else in that situation would have yelled and screamed bloody murder. Probably true. Not me. I'm a humble person and have learned that hurting other people's feelings does not make the situation any better or make me feel better about myself.

Props to me for being cool. Moral of the story: If you go to a basketball game where they serve nachos, bring an extra shirt.