November9
Sorry for the lack of creativity in my post title. I just couldn’t think of anything smart allecky to say. Go figure. Anyways, I decided to take Noah to his first NBA basketball game. He is now five and I figured I have waited long enough to indoctrinate teach him about how important basketball is. I had Juli drop him off at my office 2 hours before the game. He and I went up to my office so he could see out the window and see where I worked. He has asked about it before. We then went to go and get something to eat. Right next to the Energy Solutions Arena are a bunch of shops and eating places. We went and grabbed some pizza and then headed over to the game.
I was really interested in seeing how he would react to walking in the building, being around all those people and his first look at the inside at the court. I remember going to a Phoenix Suns game with my dad back when they played at Veterans Memorial Coliseum and I remember how cool it was.
He really seemed to get a kick out of it and so now the clock is on to see how fast he would get bored. I knew it would happen and that’s why I bought cheap tickets. After about 10 minutes of sitting in our nose bleed seats, he turned to me and said, “We could probably see better if we sat closer, huh dad?” I turned and said, “Yes son.” The game was a 7pm so it was already going to be late for him by the time it would get over.
The Jazz were playing the Oklahoma City Thunder so it wasn’t going to be a good game in my opinion. It was going to be Jerry Sloan’s 1000th win as Jazz head coach so at least I can say I was there. We sat in our seats and Noah just sat there taking it all in. He loved how high we were and watched everything going on down on the court. He even got to take some pictures. By the time the game was supposed to start, I could tell he was getting a little bored. But then the opening introductions happened and that changed everything.
The lights went off…
The music got really loud…
Noah started screaming and clapping, and he probably didn’t even know why…
The strobes started circling around the court…
and then the fireworks went off. Noah couldn’t believe it. Fireworks in the building!! At each starting player, they would launch fireworks and the noise was incredible. He was in hog heaven. We watched the game and he loved what was happening. My plan is working!! The boy will be hooked in no time.
So as we watched the game, about midway through the 2nd quarter, I hear the words, “Dad can we go now?” I look up at the score and its 51 to 26 in favor of the Jazz so I figure why not. By halftime it’s a runaway and the Jazz are up by 31 points. No point in hanging around for this, right? Lets beat the traffic. So as halftime begins Noah looks at the court and the score board says, “Welcome the BYU ball room dancers!” Everyone starts booing because most of the people are Utah fans and hate BYU. Not Noah though, he is intrigued. I’m thinking ok Noah, let’s go….RIGHT NOW. Nope, he sits down to watch. So we watch. I ask repeatedly, “Are you sure you want to watch this?” But to no avail, he does.
When it’s all said and done, my brainwashing teaching is for not. He thinks the dancing is way cool. He might have even asked if he could do that, but I’m not sure because I was in a ballroom dancing induced coma.
My son, future BYU ballroom dancer.
Not that there is anything wrong with that.
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