A Night at the Opera

Talk about deflating. The hometown (and perpetually bad) Golden State Warriors had a 19 point lead over the visiting (and perpetually bad) Los Angeles Clippers, and I'm sitting in the arena, hands tugging down the bill of my red hat, amid a sea of fairweather fans. Buddies Jiminy and Gibson were clapping backs and slpping hands, gearing up for a racous, blowout-floavored 4th Quarter.

But it never happened. The Clips rallied, blending stifling "D" and clutch jumpers to pull back into the game while the Warriors went ice-cold. Brand ripped down boards, Cat Mobley found the open man. Sam I Am nailed a few Js, hands in his face. Even benchmen Wilcox and Ewing made key plays that brought the Clip Show all the way back. Score tied. Warriors have one last chance and fellow UCLA alum and current GSW star dribbles the rock off his foot. Ballgame.

If you've never heard 15,000 people fall silent at the same time, well, I encourage to get tickets to the next Warriors game.