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This past Sunday afternoon, I ventured into the city of Newark (with my Dad) to watch the New Jersey Nets take on Dwyane Wade and the rest of the Miami Heat. This would be my first time that I would go to a professional sporting event, and honestly, it will likely be the last time that I do attend one of these games.
We arrived at "The Rock" at 11:30 AM because we had never been there before. As we took in the place and walked around, we noticed that the vendors were selling Miami Heat gear. This made my blood boil and my face must have turned red with anger.
Once we got to our seats at around 12:15, we watched the teams warm up. Once game-time arrived (1:00), the PA guy (who I hate with a burning passion) announced the staring line-ups. When LeBron's name got called, 95% of the people in attendance booed the hell out of him (Neither myself or my Dad partook in that, but everyone else around us did).
When the game finally started, Brook hit a nice post shot to give the Nets a 2-0 lead on the opening possession. After that, it was all Miami Heat from there on. That didn't bother me, as I knew that we had a small chance of beating what is more than likely the best team in the league. What did bother me was not when LeBron got booed every time he touched the ball in the first half, but when he had two flashy dunks in the half. When he had the first dunk, it sounded like the game was being played in Miami, the place erupted with cheers.
We ended up leaving at the end of the third quarter when the score was (80-55?) in favor of the Heat. I was glad, because my experience at the Prudential Center reminded me as to why I would much rather stay at home/in the dorm and watch the games on TV. Everything is overpriced, the ushers are assholes, the fans are retarded band- wagoners and the half-time performance (Miguel) was <Censored>. I don't even know who Miguel is, but he got booed when he performed some gay-ass song.
So, that was a quick wrap-up of my first-ever professional sporting event that I attended. Hopefully, anyone who reads this will share their thoughts on attending sporting events and whether I should go to another one.
We arrived at "The Rock" at 11:30 AM because we had never been there before. As we took in the place and walked around, we noticed that the vendors were selling Miami Heat gear. This made my blood boil and my face must have turned red with anger.
Once we got to our seats at around 12:15, we watched the teams warm up. Once game-time arrived (1:00), the PA guy (who I hate with a burning passion) announced the staring line-ups. When LeBron's name got called, 95% of the people in attendance booed the hell out of him (Neither myself or my Dad partook in that, but everyone else around us did).
When the game finally started, Brook hit a nice post shot to give the Nets a 2-0 lead on the opening possession. After that, it was all Miami Heat from there on. That didn't bother me, as I knew that we had a small chance of beating what is more than likely the best team in the league. What did bother me was not when LeBron got booed every time he touched the ball in the first half, but when he had two flashy dunks in the half. When he had the first dunk, it sounded like the game was being played in Miami, the place erupted with cheers.
We ended up leaving at the end of the third quarter when the score was (80-55?) in favor of the Heat. I was glad, because my experience at the Prudential Center reminded me as to why I would much rather stay at home/in the dorm and watch the games on TV. Everything is overpriced, the ushers are assholes, the fans are retarded band- wagoners and the half-time performance (Miguel) was <Censored>. I don't even know who Miguel is, but he got booed when he performed some gay-ass song.
So, that was a quick wrap-up of my first-ever professional sporting event that I attended. Hopefully, anyone who reads this will share their thoughts on attending sporting events and whether I should go to another one.