musicankane
I blew a monkey once.
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The odds of getting through to a radio station on normal circumstances, to suggest a song or something. But when there is a contest going on, the odds drop to near impossible. So when ESPN radio was holding a contest to win tickets to a Lakers game courtside, I knew that my chances of actually getting through was nay on impossible.
Yet here I was, staring at a pair of Lakers tickets in my hand. I glanced up and looked at Staples Center and wondered how fucking lucky I had to be to get here through the methods I used to get here. Perhaps it was fate that brought me here tonight, fate wanted me to be courtside for Kobe's return to the court after weeks of injury.
Thirty minutes before tipoff I was sitting in my seat with a beer in my hand and a hotdog in my lap. I watched the Lakers girls dancing about and I marveled in their beauty. God the girls that they got to be professional cheerleaders weren't even fair in beauty. It was like they carved these chicks out of stone or something. I enjoyed the dances the way a red blooded guy would enjoy sexy chicks bouncing around.
I was watching this brunette girl on the end, furthest from me. Something about her just caught my eye far more than any of the others. I don't know what it was about her, something about the way she moved and held herself that pulled me toward her. I don't know how long I was watching her when she looked my eyes.
Suddenly my world went black. In that brief instant our eyes locked, that infinitely small moment everything clicked. My heart beat seemed to stop, as our eyes locked. I needed her more than anything I've ever needed in my life, more than food, water, fucking air itself. I need her, I wanted her. More than a simple wave of lust, this was more powerful than that. I wanted her in my life, I wanted to be with her, to hold her, and love her.
Was this love?
Love at first sight?
How could that be? That was something that only happened in stories right?
Then the world came crashing around me again. I snapped back to reality and I realized that the game had started. Dear lord how long had I been staring hopelessly at a cheerleader? What in the world happened to me.
Yet here I was, staring at a pair of Lakers tickets in my hand. I glanced up and looked at Staples Center and wondered how fucking lucky I had to be to get here through the methods I used to get here. Perhaps it was fate that brought me here tonight, fate wanted me to be courtside for Kobe's return to the court after weeks of injury.
Thirty minutes before tipoff I was sitting in my seat with a beer in my hand and a hotdog in my lap. I watched the Lakers girls dancing about and I marveled in their beauty. God the girls that they got to be professional cheerleaders weren't even fair in beauty. It was like they carved these chicks out of stone or something. I enjoyed the dances the way a red blooded guy would enjoy sexy chicks bouncing around.
I was watching this brunette girl on the end, furthest from me. Something about her just caught my eye far more than any of the others. I don't know what it was about her, something about the way she moved and held herself that pulled me toward her. I don't know how long I was watching her when she looked my eyes.
Suddenly my world went black. In that brief instant our eyes locked, that infinitely small moment everything clicked. My heart beat seemed to stop, as our eyes locked. I needed her more than anything I've ever needed in my life, more than food, water, fucking air itself. I need her, I wanted her. More than a simple wave of lust, this was more powerful than that. I wanted her in my life, I wanted to be with her, to hold her, and love her.
Was this love?
Love at first sight?
How could that be? That was something that only happened in stories right?
Then the world came crashing around me again. I snapped back to reality and I realized that the game had started. Dear lord how long had I been staring hopelessly at a cheerleader? What in the world happened to me.