i got stumped on ray allen. the nba star was shooting three's from all corners that i became curious of his transfer. why the switch to the celtics? i even had to text my brother about his drafting history, never mind philippine time. my intuition goes blank about the nba and basketball in general these days that the only wolves players i recognized from the roster were mark madsen ( the former shaq back-up was in a suit, injured, obviously only in london for the free tour) and juwan howard who only attempted a few shots that it's mind-boggling he once had a huge contract. our seats were all the way back. was it the undoing of the mystical corporates who made the tickets vanish too quickly? i was submerged (and still am) in my tears during the last few months that i wasn't aware of the seating plan.
the game was enjoyable, the O2 center was huge and impressive. garnett committed turnovers after turnovers. but from tip-off, pundits and pseudo- hoop experts were all aware there was no way the celtics would be vanquished by garnett's former team. the nba is defined by super players. there should be a star in every position and a very reliable second team in addition to an all-star sixth man. i wasn't able to spot an illegal defense violation. i was brushing myself with the rules as though i was eight again. in light of being in close proximity to european games the last few years, all the waiting times in the huddle during timeouts have made my subconscious linger in eternal stupor. north american sports are too long. i've never thought halftime entertainment could powder off my bittersweet langour. my husband and i structured a hasty exit with tons of time left, just to avoid the nerve-racking crowd. but the nba experience was still an exhilarating, joyous occasion. someday we will watch the lakers, hopefully also in london so that magic johnson could
get to 
travel.
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