Yeah, it was good. In the last few seconds, my heart was beating so hard I had my hand half an inch away from my neck and could feel my pulse. Now *that's* excitement.
Anyway, I was worried about Steve throughout the second half. He got hit just before and I didn't know if it was an injury or the stomach flu still. Luckily, he's just sick and not hurt. Missed him in the game though, that's for sure. The Alamodome is not the prettiest place I've ever been. It's actually kind of nasty, but it served. No bats this time. I got there at about 1:45 with 3-inch heeled sandles on and had to wait until 3:15 before they'd let us in for god only knows why. That ticked me off. After the game, three SA fans were a-holes to me, yelling out loser, commenting on my jersy, telling me not to go home mad, just to go home. But the other fans were friendly, of course. It *is* still Texas.
As for the game. I could officiate an NBA game better by myself than those rat bastards did. No continuation on Dirk's 3-pointer? Then, no SHOT? I was screaming pretty loud there. And serveral other places, but I'm sure you all noticed the calls yourself. I even checked all of the bad calls on the tape just to make sure.
One very good point. They were going nutty when Raef got kicked out of the game. Then he was replaced by Wang. Who immediately hit a 3-pointer. That felt good. Quieted them down, that's for sure.
I love SA, don't get me wrong, was going to move there a while back, but there are always a few irritating ones, and all were seated around me. Though, there were *quite* a few Nash, Finley and Najera jerseys floating around. That was neat. Mark was shaking hands, but I whimped out of going down there. I'm moving to Dallas in the fall so I plan on getting many more opportunities for such things.
Kay, done babbling. In need of much sleep.
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