Sweet Georgia Brown
OK, time to take a break from working... I slept on he floor of my office last night and I've been working all day today so far (meaning, since noon when I woke up after one of the worst nights of sleep I've ever had).
Last night, before I dragged myself back to work, I went to see the Harlem Globetrotters with my dad. We were initially supposed to be taking my little niece and nephew to the game/show, but my sister was delayed in getting out of jersey. Rather than pass it up, I decided to get my dad to finally leave the house for once and slide on in to MSG. The tickets were super cheap for where they were ($38 for section 94, which is about 35 ft from the court), and the usually bustling Garden felt empty. I never though that filling a space with little kids could make it quieter than usual - the whole game it felt like there was no energy from the crowd whatsoever, but I guess it's hard to get kids to pay attention to anything.
The show itself was pretty good, but nothing spectacular. It was clearly geared more towards kids and I'm sure Mossimo and Sofia would have loved it, but my dad and I were kind of bored. Seeing that the rims were lowered to accommodate the shorter players took a little bit of the magic away, and the play itself was less exciting than a standard NBA game. So it goes. It's supposed to be a clown act more than anything else, anyway, so if I was expecting something more I should just watch the all-star game. I was impressed by how difficult it must be to put on a sports show like this one - not every play can go as smoothly as planned, the crowd energy, attention, and response has to be carefully gauged so they'll know when to pull out different tricks or tactics. The meta-Globetrotter show was great!
It was good to get my dad into the city to do something other than watch TV and worry about family finances. We drank beer, ate hot dogs, didn't talk much (as usual), and had an OK time. Maybe I'll get him to do something else in a few weeks other than taxes...
Last night, before I dragged myself back to work, I went to see the Harlem Globetrotters with my dad. We were initially supposed to be taking my little niece and nephew to the game/show, but my sister was delayed in getting out of jersey. Rather than pass it up, I decided to get my dad to finally leave the house for once and slide on in to MSG. The tickets were super cheap for where they were ($38 for section 94, which is about 35 ft from the court), and the usually bustling Garden felt empty. I never though that filling a space with little kids could make it quieter than usual - the whole game it felt like there was no energy from the crowd whatsoever, but I guess it's hard to get kids to pay attention to anything.
The show itself was pretty good, but nothing spectacular. It was clearly geared more towards kids and I'm sure Mossimo and Sofia would have loved it, but my dad and I were kind of bored. Seeing that the rims were lowered to accommodate the shorter players took a little bit of the magic away, and the play itself was less exciting than a standard NBA game. So it goes. It's supposed to be a clown act more than anything else, anyway, so if I was expecting something more I should just watch the all-star game. I was impressed by how difficult it must be to put on a sports show like this one - not every play can go as smoothly as planned, the crowd energy, attention, and response has to be carefully gauged so they'll know when to pull out different tricks or tactics. The meta-Globetrotter show was great!
It was good to get my dad into the city to do something other than watch TV and worry about family finances. We drank beer, ate hot dogs, didn't talk much (as usual), and had an OK time. Maybe I'll get him to do something else in a few weeks other than taxes...