But when my host-friend, Ryan, asked me if I would like to watch a live NBA game, I surely didn’t have any second thoughts. I knew it would be something I could talk about, spiritedly, when I get home.
The game turned out to be a rout. The Knicks looked tired. The Suns didn’t even need to exert much effort to demolish the stunned opposition (we didn't know that Stephon Marbury left the Knicks earlier). Even Steve Nash became goal-shy. He simply orchestrated plays and left the limelight to Grant Hill, Shawn Marion and Amare’ Stoudemire.
But we did have fun. I almost lost my voice begging for the souvenir shirts being thrown out. I had a picture taken with one of the cheerleaders. And most of all, I had beer and tacos while watching the game. Beat that!
From now on I’ll be watching the NBA games again. Need I say I’ll be rooting for the Phoenix Suns?