Last night I went to my last Wizards game of the season. I had four tickets to the game as well as to happy hour (one of the perks of buying tickets from a season-ticket holder). Wendy, Mel, Lynne and I had a quick drink at Rosa Mexicano before going over to the Verizon Center for the pregame buffet. When we got there, however, they had moved the venue to the basement and we had to be escorted there. By the time we got downstairs it was getting close to seven, the hour at which they close happy hour. We managed to get something to eat but, because I am who I am, I had to grumble and poor Laura (the nearest Verizon Center representative) got a little bit of an earful.
After we ate and before going to our seats I took a chance. Poor Laura was still nearby so I beckoned to her to come over. I was in my transport chair looking very pathetic and I explained that I might not have another opportunity to come to a Wizards game, that I had Lou Gehrig's disease and one of my bucket list items was to watch a game from seats on the floor. It took forever, and she only got two tickets, but Laura came through. Wendy and Mel went to the regular seats in section 113 (which are great seats) while Lynne and I were escorted to seats directly behind the cameramen by one of the baskets. I was in heaven! I couldn't believe I was actually on the floor, so close to my beloved Wizards.
They didn't play badly but unfortunately they lost. No matter, I got to see them while they were playing well from a vantage point I never thought to enjoy.
I can check that one off the list.
(Wendy and Mel: thank you for being such good sports. I hope that you enjoyed your seats as much as I did mine.)
17 hours ago