Venus has the best boss in the world (let's just call him Mr. Big) who gave us his Dallas Mavericks tickets last night so we could take the boys to see a game. Randy is from San Antonio so he has spent the better part of Little Man's life training him to be a Spurs fan.
We got there a little early and headed to the Platinum Club lounge for a cocktail. They have sold different portions of the Platinum level to sponsors. We ate in one of the main dining areas that was sponsored by The Dump. Seriously? Why on earth would you want a restaurant to be sponsored by The Dump? Makes it sound like if you eat there, you'll need to go take one. Awful.
Anywho, while we were there we saw a TV crew wandering about. Venus has learned much about the shameless art of self-promotion from hanging out with me and went over to see what they were doing. She pointed out how adorable our children looked in their opposing team attire - and the TV crew agreed and filmed about 2 minutes of them smack-talking each other. They said they were from Channel 27. I'll have to see if I can figure out when that actually airs. But the boys thought the attention was great and really hammed it up.
Man, what a game. Back and forth, back and forth and forth and back. It was between 2-3 points the whole game with a double overtime. I wasn't sure the boys were going to make it. Let me rephrase that, ET was jumping up and down in his seats till the last minute. Little Man was fading fast at the end leaning his head on my shoulder. We all had a fantastic time.