TMobile has sponsored this
RedsArmy.com report from All Star weekend, so that means we are being
paid to report from the weekend by TMobile. Legally, I'm supposed to
disclose all that up front.
Wow that went by quickly.
Mother Nature already robbed me of a day in Dallas... so I knew going into it that this trip was going to blaze on by. But as I type this 20,000 feet above... oh, probably Pennsylvania at this point... I feel more like I've just woken up from a dream. You know those dreams that toe the line between figment of your subconscious and vague memory of actual events?
From the hellish skipping from mid-size airport to mid-size airport to make out there... to the hellish alarm clock at 4:30 this morning (after going to bed at 2... yeesh), I'm still trying to piece together a coherent, proper recollection of the entire weekend.
NBA All Star Weekend can make your head spin in the best of ways. Things I'd planned to do fell by the wayside because, simply, there was no time. We could have spent an entire day at Jam Session... especially if we could have finagled our way into the sold out team practices. The events themselves on Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights are spectacles that aren't done much justice on television. Even when they suck (I'm looking at you, dunk contest), it's something to watch.
And the parties. Oh... the parties. Sure, I got hooked up and got into a couple that maybe most people wouldn't have. But there are still parties everywhere and tickets to be bought for them. It's a scene, man.
And everywhere you look, there's “someone”. Someone like Dikembe Mutombo, who I KNOW said to the guy who was escorting him around Cowboy's Stadium “I'm Dikembe Mutombo, just keep moving.”
There's just too much. I'm going to need a day or two to really sum it all up properly... so I'll have more, including a TON of photos I took at Cowboy Stadium. By the way, I felt like I was standing in the Colosseum in Rome for a minute there... not a basketball game. Thanks go out in a huge way to T-Mobile for the trip. Amazing all around.
And thanks, as always, go out to our readers. You make things like this possible... and I hope I captured the flavor of the weekend for you all.
I know... I know... tough job being the guy who crashes a 3-day party with the biggest names around so thousands of people can live vicariously through him.
But, someone's gotta do it.
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