I should have known the moment the 3rd or 4th person who walked by our floor seats (right behind the visiting team bench) said "Welcome!" with a warm inviting smile that trouble awaited. What they meant was, "We really don't all behave like crazy, lunatics here in this town..but you're about to meet all of them that do." After the warm fuzzy of the national anthem and that schpeel about "Good Sportmanship in this building" it was game on...and I don't mean on the court. What ensued the minute the game clock began ticking was nothing less than a brutal beat down meant to prove that anyone dumb enough to cheer for the "other" team must be sub-human and thus not worthy of any and I mean any type of respect. Thank Goodness Lindsey moved down by me AFTER I set the guy behind me straight about a few things, otherwise we might have had a WWF smack down on our hands! Needless to say, We cheered loudly for our team, they fought hard and lost by a few, and We were always proud of our team and especially of it's COACH!
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love the peace sign adeline is thrown up in the buca pic...she cracks me up :-)
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