Who says Mondays are the worst? We actually got a nice surprise at work on Monday. Our boss asked us around noon if we wanted to go to a Utah Jazz playoff game that night at 6:00. What kind of question is that? Absolutely we want to go to a Jazz game. Then I saw our tickets.
Seriously? I think I’ve only sat in the lower bowl once and even then it was at the top of the lower bowl. Usually I’m so far in the nosebleed section I’m woozy by the time I reach my seat. We left work early (bonus) and headed down to the arena. We arrived just in time for our VIP dinner. Evidently that just comes with the tickets. You have to show your ticket to get in and the guard (for lack of a better word) would read it out loud. I’ll be honest here, I loved handing our tickets over to hear “Row….1? Wow. Enjoy the game.” Yes, ma’am. We most certainly will.
After dinner we had to walk downstairs to get to our seats. Again, I’m used to being out of breath from walking up so many flights of stairs getting to my seat when I’m at a Jazz game. I could get used to this. A slight disappointment came when we got to seats to find that there apparently is a “Row 0” or a row by some other name that goes in front of Row 1. We asked the usher a couple of times to look at our tickets again, thinking she was mistaken. Turns out Row 1 is really Row 2, but hey, who’s complaining?
We got texts throughout the game from family at home watching it letting us know they could see us every time they drove the ball down to our side of the court. After the text from JT saying “Doug just scratched his nose” we realized we had to be on our best behavior (because I’m sure the thousands of people watching the game at home were focusing on us in the background not the players shooting the ball).
At halftime we went back to the VIP area and loaded up on more (free) snacks.
The Jazz ending up losing but we had a great time at the game regardless. Since we had seats right by the Spurs I high-fived Matt Bonner on his way to the locker room. Woot.
Thank you, Dave!