...Is what Don yelled right after half-time when LeBron was ALL ALONE on the bench.
It is also what my shirt SHOULD'VE said.
I TOTALLY chickened out. Honestly, if I could do it all over again, I'm sure I would chicken out again and again and AGAIN.
Due to our proximity to the Cavs bench (there was only one row of chairs between us & them) I kept picturing things to play out like this:
I would've worn
so-said shirt and eye contact would have been established at some point. Then LeBron would have given me a look like YOU ARE WEIRD and then I would've been like I AM THE WEIRDEST and this isn't really your BABY, but it was just kinda funny late at night when I had the
sleepy sillies [which happens every night and even earlier on nights when I talk on the phone with my
Sister Sals and also causes Don to go into a fit of constant eye-rolling]. That's another story all on its own.
Anywho, LeBron wouldn't have understood me because he was in the middle of a GAME and then there was no way I could entirely explain myself and things would just continue to be awkward between us throughout the rest of the game.
So it's probably for the best.
Either way, the game was AWESOME! The Jazz may have lost, but I found myself cheering for both teams, it was a WIN-WIN situation.
What can I say? I'm a FAIR-WEATHER fan.
P.S. Kyle Korver is my soulmate.
If I would've worn a shirt that said KYLE'S BABY...eye contact would've been established and he would just laugh because HE GETS ME.
We're both cool like that.
...that's what I should've done.
[All photos were taken with my camera, neat huh?
Also, BIG THANKS to Nan & Scott for such a GREAT time!]