A little over two years ago, Ben and I got free tickets to a Utah Jazz game. I had an image in my mind of what basketball fans looked like and I wasn’t sure I could pull it off. I was convinced I needed to wear some type of sports attire and running shoes to the game, but after scouring my closet, I came out empty-handed.
I settled for a t-shirt, jeans, and some Chuck Taylors, and we went to the game. That’s when I found out that I was completely wrong about basketball fans. Not only did I fit in just fine, but I ran into my friend Nels at the game.
Nels is the guy who packed his guitar and Tevas and moved to an organic farm in Costa Rica one year. You know the type, right? Everybody's got a hippie friend. If Nels could watch basketball, I certainly could.
Last night Ben and I got free tickets to a Jazz game again, and for the first time in over two years, I ran into Nels again.
Coincidence? I think not. I had the image of a basketball fan all wrong.
Friday, April 27, 2007
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3 comments:
REALLY? NELS? What the heck is that funny man up to? Any outrageous facial hair and/or ponchos? Wow. Nels.
Yeah...crazy, huh? Apparently he's just keeping up with his favorite pastime. You know, basketball.
Wow Ash! Very insightful. You're lucky to have such a great friend, Kim.
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