I know this is well-tread ground, but I experienced the apathy firsthand last night.
I had the distinct pleasure of joining Purple Pile Driver and Uber in some very choice seats at mid-court 3 rows up. The view--and the company--could not have been better (unless Salma Hayek had been there with me, serving me peeled grapes).
It was a great game to watch as a Cat fan, for obvious reasons. But attendance was sparse and the fan noise muted. This was good because PPD kept giving the zebra an earful about a host of non-calls throughout the game. That was good entertainment.
And when things got tight in the second half, us three old guys, all at least 50-something with aging joints, were the ones standing and yelling. Everyone else around us below the Wilson club sat on their collective arse. This included a guy in front of me with whom I graduated. He sat there with his mousy wife (also an NU grad). They barely made a sound. I always thought the guy was kind of a tool. And last night made me remember why.
Do most of our fans hang out in the west lot and smoke cannabis before each game? Did some of the fans get lost on their way to the opera and end up WRA? Where's the energy? Where's the love?
I had the distinct pleasure of joining Purple Pile Driver and Uber in some very choice seats at mid-court 3 rows up. The view--and the company--could not have been better (unless Salma Hayek had been there with me, serving me peeled grapes).
It was a great game to watch as a Cat fan, for obvious reasons. But attendance was sparse and the fan noise muted. This was good because PPD kept giving the zebra an earful about a host of non-calls throughout the game. That was good entertainment.
And when things got tight in the second half, us three old guys, all at least 50-something with aging joints, were the ones standing and yelling. Everyone else around us below the Wilson club sat on their collective arse. This included a guy in front of me with whom I graduated. He sat there with his mousy wife (also an NU grad). They barely made a sound. I always thought the guy was kind of a tool. And last night made me remember why.
Do most of our fans hang out in the west lot and smoke cannabis before each game? Did some of the fans get lost on their way to the opera and end up WRA? Where's the energy? Where's the love?