Thursday, December 22, 2005
Draft #32
Tuesday night I was at work and roommate calls to alert me of an extra ticket he has for that night's Bucks/Spurs game. Lower level seats, don't mind if I do. Our seats were at the end of the aisle and about halfway through the first quarter, Jacque and ladyfriend finally decided to arrive. They stood hovering over us and proclaimed, "Thorry, you have our theats, we have the end theats." Whatever Frenchie, nice lisp I thought to myself. The guys in front of us had massive domes , so sliding over a couple of seats actually gave us a better view of the court, but the guy was obviously lying because the end seats were ours. So Fergie sits down next to me, Jacque's girlfriend I presume, each with cocktail in hand. Jacque, throughout the first half is trying to explain to pseudo Fergie who Tim Duncan and Tony Parker were, with little to no success I imagine. Fergie was more interested in things like, her cellphone, what she was wearing, butterflies, anything besides what was happening on the court.
I refer to this girl as pseudo Fergie because she had a lot of style, a nice body, looked like she had a lot of money, and she even had that pony tail where the hair lumps up in the front, it's kinda Fergie-ish if you ask me. But then there was her face. Mercy me, that mug was bah-root-all. Almost made me shiver just looking at it, like she lost a fight with a really huge wrench. Okay, maybe I'm going overboard here, she wasn't exactly hideously deformed, but the face didn't match the rest of her aura. And during that game a new word was born, a word to describe a girl such as Jacque's cutlit. A girl with an ugly face but everything else is in its place. Looks fine from behind, but she's got a face from outer space. So without further a-do, may I submit to you, the word, mugly (mug + ugly = mugly). Use it in a sentence you say, "Wow that girl sure has a great ass, but she sure is mugly." Maybe the word is already out there, but it's new to me.
Fergie was absolutely enthralled with the game and you could tell by the way she left her seat about four or five times. Sometimes she was gone so long, Jacque would turn his head around and peer up the aisle to see if she was coming back. Of course, she wasn't, and then it was time to pull out the cellphone to reel her butterfly back in. At one point early in the game a guy with a green shirt, who happened to be much better looking than Jacque, walked down to say high to Fergie. Now from what I could tell, Fergie appeared to be a very mild mannered gal, but something snapped just at the mere sight of this guy. She pushed Jacque aside and flung herself into green shirt's arms without blinking. "Oh my god, how are you, blah, blah, blah......" I was trying to watch a basketball game, so I really wasn't geared in to what they were saying. All I know is that she was acting like she was at a morgue the whole time, giving Jacque one word answers and acting very glum. But boy oh boy, green shirt really brought it out of her, she was as happy as a school girl and the two were standing in the aisle having a five minute conversation while Jacque sat in his chair looking like a chump.
The game itself, as it turned out, was a hell of a game. Maurice Williams and Bogut really saved our asses down the stretch. The game went into overtime and with 20 seconds left in the first OT, Fergie decides to leave again. She was probably sick of hearing Jacque repeat the same line over and over. "We'd only be down by two inthted of three if Bogut would have made hith free throwth" So the Bucks have the ball, Mo drives down the court, gets all the way to the rack, misses the layup, Bogut tips in the miss, tie ballgame (still no sign of Fergie, Jacque standing in aisle pacing, wondering where the hell she is). Spurs have the ball with 14 seconds left, Parker dribbles the clock down (Duncan already fouled out) and launches a potential game winning shot from the right elbow extended, and misses. Bogut fights to get the rebound, ball goes out of bounds with .04 seconds on the clock, Bucks awarded possession. The officials give the Bucks an extra .03 seconds, so there is now .07 on the clock, ball at halfcourt with Kukoc to inbound (still no Fergie, Jacque back on the cellphone). Spurs coach, Gregg Popovich signals to Robert Horry, who was in position to face guard Toni, not to play the ball, so he sinks to the 3-point line, giving Kukoc a clear look at the hoop. To this point, Mo Williams has been the clutch, go-to guy for the Bucks and the inbounds play appears to be designed for him. Mo started on the baseline opposite side of the court from where Toni was inbounding, went through a screen on the baseline and one near the short corner and proceeded to wheel around back up to the top of the key. Toni doesn't pass to Mo, rather opting to lob a pass to Bogut who had gotten behind the defense after the screen he had set on the baseline, and was positioned in the lane. Bogut caught the ball in mid-air, shot the ball while fading away, kissed it off the glass and through the hoop, sending the Bradley Center into a mad frenzy. Frenzy- a state of violent mental agitation or wild excitement, temporary madness or delirium, a mania, a craze. It was all that and then some. I got so caught up in the moment that I'm not sure what happened with Jacque and Fergie. I don't know if they ever saw the play or not, but may this serve as a lesson to all men out there. If you are on a date with a girl, and she leaves her seat to go to the concourse with 20 seconds left in OT in the middle of a 2 point game (and she's not pregnant), don't worry about it. If she doesn't get back in time, just go home without her, she is not the girl for you. And odds are, she probably meandered her way over to green shirt's lap.
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