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Notes from Deuce’s first Suns’ Game.
I was really only hoping to make it to half time, but we made it the whole game.
When we walked into the arena, he was in awe. He loved the lights, the big pictures of basketballs (he pointed them out to me), but, most of all, the evegators (his word for both elevators and escalators – since we’re in the nosebleed section, we need to take the escalators up).
He also likes tickets, due to Polar Express. He likes to give his ticket to the ticket-taker like in the movie. He gave his ticket to the ticket-taker-man – an older fellow either working part-time for fun or for his wife’s prescription co-pay. The fellow said, “I like your light-up shoes.” So, the boy, did his Happy Feet dance (like the penguin in the movie) to show the old fellow the lights.
He loved the introductions. According to him, “It got a little dark, then there was fire. The players did not get too close because it is very hot. You cannot touch the fire. After that, the game started.”
He’s a big fan of the Gorilla. Isn’t everyone? After the game, when I asked him, “What did the Gorilla do?” He says, “The Gorilla plays basketball.” During the game, he informed me that the Gorilla does not play soccer, nor does the Gorilla play football. Good to know.
He enjoys chanting, “De-Fense! De-Fense!” while pumping his fist in the air. He did it most of the car ride home.
As some of you may already know, he’s a big Steve Nash fan. Golden State was doing well and we needed a shot, so good old MV3 dribbles up and takes a SuperShot. He hits it and the fans jump out of their seats and cheer. Deuce jumps up, throws his hands in the air, and yells, “Yay! Steve Nash!” I’m not sure he knew it was Nash, but he knows to cheer for Nash. He could also tell that something good happened.
We’ve also been working on some of the other players’ names. Sometimes, when he knows the answer to a question, he’ll ask that question. For example, when he knows he’s going to Target (he loves that store), he says, “Where are we going?” I answer, “I don’t know. Where are we going?” and he responds, “We’re going to Target.”
So, on the ride home, he asked, “Who did we see play basketball?” I said, “I don’t know.” And, he started rattling off players’ names.
They included:
Steve Nash
Amamire (which, I believe, is supposed to be Amare Stoudemire)
Boris Diaw (easy to pronounce)
Shawn Airion (he just forget the “M”)
And, for some reason, he thought he saw Pat Burke played tonight
After hitting the concessions stand (the first time), we picked up some napkins. While there, a young (25 or so) couple saw us. The man said to the woman, “When we have kids, I’m going to get them a Steve Nash jersey like he [Deuce] has.”
I hope they get to have a boy who loves to wear his Steve Nash jersey.
I was really only hoping to make it to half time, but we made it the whole game.
When we walked into the arena, he was in awe. He loved the lights, the big pictures of basketballs (he pointed them out to me), but, most of all, the evegators (his word for both elevators and escalators – since we’re in the nosebleed section, we need to take the escalators up).
He also likes tickets, due to Polar Express. He likes to give his ticket to the ticket-taker like in the movie. He gave his ticket to the ticket-taker-man – an older fellow either working part-time for fun or for his wife’s prescription co-pay. The fellow said, “I like your light-up shoes.” So, the boy, did his Happy Feet dance (like the penguin in the movie) to show the old fellow the lights.
He loved the introductions. According to him, “It got a little dark, then there was fire. The players did not get too close because it is very hot. You cannot touch the fire. After that, the game started.”
He’s a big fan of the Gorilla. Isn’t everyone? After the game, when I asked him, “What did the Gorilla do?” He says, “The Gorilla plays basketball.” During the game, he informed me that the Gorilla does not play soccer, nor does the Gorilla play football. Good to know.
He enjoys chanting, “De-Fense! De-Fense!” while pumping his fist in the air. He did it most of the car ride home.
As some of you may already know, he’s a big Steve Nash fan. Golden State was doing well and we needed a shot, so good old MV3 dribbles up and takes a SuperShot. He hits it and the fans jump out of their seats and cheer. Deuce jumps up, throws his hands in the air, and yells, “Yay! Steve Nash!” I’m not sure he knew it was Nash, but he knows to cheer for Nash. He could also tell that something good happened.
We’ve also been working on some of the other players’ names. Sometimes, when he knows the answer to a question, he’ll ask that question. For example, when he knows he’s going to Target (he loves that store), he says, “Where are we going?” I answer, “I don’t know. Where are we going?” and he responds, “We’re going to Target.”
So, on the ride home, he asked, “Who did we see play basketball?” I said, “I don’t know.” And, he started rattling off players’ names.
They included:
Steve Nash
Amamire (which, I believe, is supposed to be Amare Stoudemire)
Boris Diaw (easy to pronounce)
Shawn Airion (he just forget the “M”)
And, for some reason, he thought he saw Pat Burke played tonight
After hitting the concessions stand (the first time), we picked up some napkins. While there, a young (25 or so) couple saw us. The man said to the woman, “When we have kids, I’m going to get them a Steve Nash jersey like he [Deuce] has.”
I hope they get to have a boy who loves to wear his Steve Nash jersey.
1 comment:
There's nothing quite like bonding over sports. You're on the same side, admiring the same things, cheering for the same guys. I will never, ever forget my first Penguins game (a story I've told here before...in typical drunk-hanging-out-at-a-bar fashion), and even though Deuce is younger than I was, he will remember his first Suns game, too...his first game with his real hero...his first game with his daddy.
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