At last year's Pistons vs. Jazz game Lindsay was my backup so I felt like I could cheer for the opposing team in a crowd full of crazy Jazz fans. This year I was on my own. And since the people surrounding us looked a little suspect, I decided it wasn't in my best interest to show my true colors. I just cheered on the inside and clapped the tiniest claps you've ever seen. I'm not sure where my Pistons went wrong, but it did not end well for them.
Bonus of the night: I saw a 98 year old man shake what his mama gave him to "Sexy Back" and a 91 year old woman do the splits. I couldn't make that crap up.
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