Group 3, WR 3- Distractions

Our section was relatively clear at the time, so we descended the sharp slope down to our row. I couldn’t hold on to the railing with my Diet Coke and pizza in each hand. Don’t fall, don’t fall, it would be highly embarrassing to fall and break my nose before the game even starts and I still haven’t eaten my pizza. With a big sigh I placed myself in between two of my buddies and began to fill my long awaiting stomach. Just when we all seemed to be taking our last bites and the plastic chairs were beginning to disappear under the mix of colored jerseys, the row in front of us filled in just to the right with two couples. A lady sat on the end nearest us, already screaming and hollering with a beer in hand. Then the lights dimmed and the place went crazy. The introductions of the Cavaliers echoed through the arena with a booming sound and were followed by chants from the diehard fans. LeBron, of course, got the biggest wave of claps and shouts erupting from every side of the place. As the lights lifted, the seats directly in front of us were filled. Four twenty year old boys sat down with their designer jeans pulled just low enough to show their Under Armour boxers, Blackberrys in hand texting away, and most had a large diamond pierced through one ear. Needless to say they thought they were top notch kids. My friend to my left shook her head at me and we attempted to direct our attention to the game. Beer lady had already finished one bottle by the time the game had actually begun.