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Message: [QUOTE="ClifSpliffy, post: 3866807, member: 9260"] tourney memory, and i garuntee that it will never happen again to me. new gf, and somehow i get dragged to waltham, ma to spend that weekend at her pals home, so they can 'meet the new guy.' fine, im thinking, i'll just tell them my situation, and commandeer the tv. reasonable, right? wrongo. nice folks, but they're 'anti-tv' types, filled with brains believing that bugs and popeye are too violent for their kids. [I]no tv in their home. [/I]i manage to catch the first games at local places (non-negotiable), but then the champ game comes (iverson, ray ray game), with snow everywhere, and my 'drive to watch it' routine gets snowed out. fine, i guess im left with my radio as the only option, except that part of waltham had only sketchy reception, and next to none indoors at that home. believe me, i tried, 'what's he doing in the attic? the basement?...' somewhere in the second half i give up on the indoor plan, put on my 10th mountain division clothes, and head out to the street for better, albeit still lousy reception. i finally find a spot standing on someones snow pile in their front yard, with a few minutes left, and heard 'ray made the shot!' those folks had a picture window in their living room, and all could watch me fumbling, then jumping up and down when the shot dropped. new gf later tells me that her pals had some reservations aboot me, and i was like 'they have no tv, yet i'm the weird one?' (don't know if it's still there, but that pbs tv chef ming guy had his restaurant in that neighborhood, a crowded, dumpy shoebox of a place.) [/QUOTE]

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