Celery

Went to the Jazz game last night. We had seats on the back row of the lower bowl - which is exactly what I like, nobody spilling beer on me from behind.

The randomness was running rampant. There was a guy about two rows in front of me with a bunch (stalks?) of celery. Just carrying them around in the produce bag from the store. I tried to get a picture, but wasn't quick enough (partly because I was staring for several minutes wondering why he had celery). Along with the celery guy was another guy wearing a turtleneck - which no self-righteous male should ever be caught wearing. But he was even funnier because he was drunk and trying to get out of the row and falling all over people and showing off his plumber crack in the process. It was awesome!

Then there was this guy......

First of all, he was so large even when he was standing we couldn't get past him to our seats. That stomach stuck out several feet. Then he was heckling, but not good heckling. I'm all for a little heckle, but his was stupid and dumb. And he told a little kid - ten rows in front of him - to sit down. Seriously, it is your stomach you can't see over, not that kid! (And don't go to a sporting event that encourages standing if you want to sit the entire time).

It was fun and cheap, so I enjoyed myself!