Thursday, February 14, 2008

I Am Not Scot Pollard

All of the pictures in this post were taken by me, Balcony Gal. I hope you like them. In case you didn't know, you can click on them to make them larger. It's very exciting.

I love my Balcony seats. I enjoy MOST of the people around me. Like the guys in front and the ones just to my left. There is a guy who sits in front of me who often comes with his pretty wife. This guy is really smiley and happy and loves that he's a Balcony Person. He even had these seats last season when, well, we all wondered why we had seats. I'd like you to meet Super Nice, Really Smiley Guy:


I enjoy the Celtics Dancers. I didn't enjoy them last season when their moves were rough and the only thing in sync was the music. Really, I wanted to like them but it was tough to watch. And then this season they broke through. They got it together. And it's fun to not only watch them but to listen to the men around me who are sitting with their men friends and talking about the girls. And constantly look at their pictures. Notice here is not just one guy looking but two. They weren't the only ones but I couldn't get everyone in the same shot.


When Rondo was poked in the eye with 1:57 left in the 4th by Fred "Pokey McPokster" Jones I thought he was going out. It looked like another of our good men was going down. But after Pierce knighted him Sir Rondo The Great Gaurd he rallied with blurry vision.


We got a pleasant surprise at this game. On the drive in, while stuck in the traffic (see previous post), we got a call from our friends . They scored tickets from work and wanted to see us. YIPPEE. We love these friends and don't get to see them often enough. When we finally made it to our seats we got to be THOSE people and called the friends on the horn and said "we're here." Then we waved like fools and pointed and waved some more. Then the guy friend popped over for a quick visit. It was a warm and fuzzy time.

And now the moment we've all been waiting for. This is where I talk about Scot Pollard. I like Pollard. He makes me laugh when he does those little TV skit thingies. And his hair makes me laugh, too.

I didn't have the white headband. All I could find was the black one I use when I wash my face. And I couldn't decide where best in the house to take the picture so I have at least 40 versions. Should I even admit that? This is not a proud moment for me but it was too good not to share. This is not a look I recommend.

I will not wear it on a plane. I will not wear it on a train. I will not wear it here or there. I will not wear it anywhere. No, Scot Pollard, I will not wear your hair.

The end.

4 comments:

Suldog said...

OMG. It never, EVER entered into my head that you in any way, shape or form resembled Scot Pollard. Until now. OMG.

L said...

When you said "balcony", I pictured something like boxes at the symphony, which, as everybody knows are the BEST seats in the house.

OHMYGOD, you're a long way up. And crowded. So high. And so many bodies crowded in there.

(You do know I'm claustrophobic with a fear of heights, yes?)

Mary

Anonymous said...

Gee, I kind can still see the headband all through the 80's and 90's but what I never really did see was the lip gloss! Spare us the Scott Pollard look and keep the lip gloss. Absolutely the greatest blog. Every single one reminds me of the times I spent in the seats behind the players bench almost touching Hondo and Heinsohn, sorry to say that's before Bird, and just after you were born.

Kate said...

hysterical!! i have to say, not sure ANYONE should ever look like Scot Pollard - even Scot Pollard...