First Denver Nuggets game experience - Post #3
The saddest part of my first NBA game experience was the idiots (and I am not exaggerating) seated behind Aaron and I.
Beyond the vulgarity (pick your favorite reference for bad language ... it was even worse than that!), name-calling (see: bad sportmanship), and general boorish (loud, obnoxious, abusive, insensitive, constant, etc.) behavior, the one fool just loved to whistle ... loudly ... about everything ... so loudly I literally lost hearing for a brief period of time. This was temporarily stopped after Aaron was recognized on the court, but it didn't last very long.
How can you believe that spending money on a ticket into the arena to watch the game justifies you behaving in such an inappropriate manner?
No amount of personal wealth or value should excuse bad behavior in any circumstance. Period.
|The view from our seats was amazing!|
This picture isn't zoomed in at all.
We contemplated the possibility of this kind of cool experience in heaven. How great it would be for everyone to get a chance to experience that? How blessed and special can you feel?
But this yahoo behind us seemed incapable of recognizing what a great experience this was. He seemed angry, mad, discontent, like he deserved more. Hence the title of this blog post. I surely hope that is not his outlook on life in general or it must be a sad foreseeable future for him indeed.
Song Of the Day:
I prefer to put a silver lining on dark clouds or find the positive in negative or bad situations. With that in mind, here is "The Fishin' Hole" composed by Earle Hagen and Herbert W Spencer. While you'll immediately recognize the tune with it's iconic whistling, you likely don't know that Fred Lowery is the whistler behind the tune. Rather than being aggravating and damaging to one's ears, whistling can be quite beautiful and calming. I prefer to think about that instead.