Don't feel bad because I didn't either.
When I was contacted about taking the dudes to a Washington Mystics game at the Verizon Center I thought, who are the Mystics? Is that the Hockey team? 'Cause I hate hockey.
Nope. It's the WNBA team that calls Washington D.C. it's home.
I almost said no thanks.
I don't want to take the Metro (even though #2 thought this was the best part), stay out late, deal with the crowds, crap, crap, crap.
And, in case you can't tell (although I think my thighs are pretty good about giving this one away), I'm not much of an athlete.
Even in the days before my thighs (and my butt, and my stomach, and my back, and my floppy arms) told the story, I was more of a rah-rah-shish-boom-bah type of chick.
And, I don't mean the back-handspringing-college-scholarship-seeking-competitive rah-rahs. I mean the OMG!-Becky-look-at-her-butt-do-I-look-fat-in-this-skirt-I-think-he's-checking-me-out-OMG! kind of rah-rahs.
So, needless to say I'm not too into basketball, particularly not when played by females. Really, just not my bag.
But, then I thought why not?
The dudes might like it, and I'm not one to turn down stadium food (if you're wondering, while I'm far from being a sports enthusiast in any sense of the term, I am a huge lover of snack bars, so I will attend any live sporting event, even hockey, provided there are concession stands offering various unhealthy, deliciousness in close proximity) so, what the heck, let's go!
And, go we did, along with two of our favorite people:
BFF (lookin's all cute and stuff)
And, Bruncle (aka Brother Uncle, my brother, their uncle, who has so much in common with the dudes, they used to think he was their brother, hence the name Bruncle).
He's the one hiding in the back of the photo. Yep, that's him, the one with the cheesy (and by cheesy I mean dorky) smile.
I'm so glad we said yes to the wonderfully generous people over at the Verizon Center who run that team because we had a blast!
We enjoyed watching the game (they beat the Chicago Sky 75-64, and since I'm such a bandwagoner it's a good thing or I totally woulda been rooting for the opposing team).
We had some great snackage (hot dogs, chips, soda, popcorn).
The kids got a free bag filled with all kinds of Mystics fan gear including the
And, there were even celebrities in the house: Cedric the Entertainer, some Denver Broncos football player everyone recognized, me.
That football player wasn't even a celebrity.
We even got to meet potential WNBA Rookie of the Year, Marissa Coleman (who, incidentally is a blogger, too!).
I had a pretty good time, despite being nearly struck by lightening on the way there (seriously, it touched down like 10 feet from me, I peed a little it scared me so much), and completely drenched to my soul, leaving me to smell like raw steak for the entire game.
Dumb Mom Tip #1: Do not attempt to pull off a car seat transfer during a torrential down pour or an electrical storm. You could die. And, apparently, if you wait like five minutes it passes and leaves you standing, soaking wet, looking like an idiot, in a sun drenched parking lot. Just sayin'.
Both of the dudes (we left dude #3 at home w/Dumb Dad to prevent me from having to run across the court in hot pursuit of a naked 1 year old, because we all know that's how it would go down for me) gave the experience a thumbs up, too.
Good, old fashioned, family-friendly fun. Who knew
And, it's not too bad in price (except for the snack bar, can you say rape?!). A family of five (like mine) can get in the door (at the Verizon Center) for about $75 (not much more than a movie, really) and the nose bleed that accompanies these seats is free!
Check out your local team here, you may be surprised by how affordable these tickets actually are.
And, isn't it worth it to see a face like this?