Superstar

I had another rockstar moment last night.

Actually, last night was just one of those nights where everything seemed to be going my way!

First off, my friend from work invited me to see the Spurs play Dallas last night. I was super stoked. As you can imagine, it's been a pretty heated rivalry between the two teams. Especially ever since Mark Cuban bought the team. Lord! What a douche! But I digress.

Anyway, so my friend and I get there and we walk in and the first thing we see are shitloads of people standing in line. Of course, I immediately want to know what's the deal and is there something free involved. Well, apparently at the entrance they were handing out scratch off game cards, and if you are a winner you would take home a mini-Tony Parker basketball. Err... should I have written that as "Tony Parker mini-basketball" because now you're probably wondering if there is a mini-Tony Parker out there? Which there is not. Just to clarify!

At that point, I literally run back outside to the peeps handing out the game cards and mumble something about not seeing them when we walked in (seriously tho) and this very nice person handed me a handful. I go my scratch on and sure enough... I was a WINNER! YAY!

I waited in line with all the others to collect my prize(s). As I reached the counter, the woman behind it urged me to text the word "ball" to a number in order to enter another contest. And since I'm a texting fool, I was did my thang!

My friend and I found our seats and got down to business. i.e. watching the Spurs spank the Dallas Mavericks. It was a damn good game folks. I think what helped was when I received a sweet ass text message at the beginning of the 3rd quarter informing me I had won an AUTOGRAPHED TONY PARKER BASKETBALL!!

Awesome!

Truly.

But y'all... that's not all! About halfway through the 3rd, my friend got up to go pee and left me in the seats. I don't know about y'all, but when I attend games I am a bit on the uhm... rowdy side. I like to dance, wiggle, get up and scream... you name it! And this game was no different. Well, actually that's a lie because this time I was ON THE JUMBO-TRON!! Yessir! Out of the corner of my eye I caught this camera dude looking straight at me and not 30 seconds later there I was staring at myself dancing in my seat on the Jumbo-tron. HELL YEAH! I did a little "Superstar" move and stuck my arms straight out as I continued to get my jig on in my seat.

It was super cool.

Then a few minutes later my friend came back, told me she had seen me, promptly made fun of me and asked if I wanted to go grab my ball.

Uh... DUH!

So in the end, the night concluded with a nail-biting victory and lots of free balls. And really, it doesn't get much better than that.