Witness

Jeff and I became witnesses tonight. No, not Jahovah Witnesses. We went to a Cleveland Cavaliers game tonight. We can officially say we are witness to what is Lebron James.

Besides Lebron's amazingness, there were some interesting things going on at the Cavs game. First and foremost, the neighbors to our right were wasted beyond all coherence. So, what else was there to do but order more beer? Drunk and Drunker had nothing better to do than try to make friends with Jeff. Any great play Drunker would jump up into the air, screaming like a maniac, spilling beer, and slapping Jeff until he'd give him a high-five. Personally, I found it funny. Jeff, I think he found it quite annoying. I realized the ramifications of Drunker's drunkenness when I picked up my bag off the floor at the end of the game. It was drenched with the beer he had been spilling with his joyous celebrations.

We certainly didn't let Drunker ruin our time. I enjoyed the game and the atmosphere. I think, while it was an NBA game, the atmoshere is unmatched. Especially in comparison to other NBA games I've been to. This type of atmosphere could only happen in Cleveland. No, not because Cleveland is my Paris. Simply because the greatest player to currently be playing in the NBA calls Cleveland home.