The Fickle Fancy of the Wizard Beast.

I went to see a Washington Wizards game this past Monday. They played the Utah Jazz and although the Wizards were consistently down 22 points most of the second half, they pulled it together at the end with a margin of 6 and made the game a little interesting. They did lose, but the crowd was at least into it.

Good ol' Antawn Jamison had 30 points. You go guy!

The hilarious highlight of the evening was that I purchased $10 nose bleed tickets because I can't really offered anything else. Do you know how high up the nose bleed section is? It's high! We were looking down through the scoreboard. The one that hangs over the court. And there weren't really any other fans around us. In fact, there wasn't anyone in our entire section. And the players looked like ants.

When I was in college, my roommates dad my Junior and Senior year, was the VP of Security at Madison Square Garden. So I became a little spoiled by the fact that as soon as we walked into the building there was a line-up of free drinks at the bar and security guards would escort us down to our courtside seats. As I was sitting next to Spike Lee and P. Diddy, I never really thought about the cost of those seats. Or how hard it is for the common man to get them.

So I was slightly put out by our "sky seats" at the Wizards game and was exploring all options to score a better vantage point in the MCI Center. But alas, this proved much harder then expected (security guards in DC do NOT appreciate dumb white girl pleading...just an FYI) so I decided to just enjoy it for it was and settle in to watch the big screen instead of trying to focus on the miniature court.

And then the God's of NBA Basketball sent an Angel.

This Angels name was Jessica Savitz and she worked for the Wizards. Why she chose us I will never know. But she did. She did, damnit.

She sat down beside us and asked if wanted better seats, courtesy of the Wizards.

Uh, no Jessica. Sitting up here is actually GREAT.

YES!

So she handed us new tickets
and just as quickly as she appeared, she was gone.

And just like THAT we were sitting courtside.

Karma, man. Karma.