{Our Own Story} HISTORY

We were a part of history.  Which is completely crazy to even say those words, but it’s true.  We were there … we felt the players adrenaline as the stadium was PUMPING.

On a whim, Doug and I went to the Sixers Playoff game.  Sure it was our second game in less than a week, but whatever – it’s the playoffs.  And this is one of those things that meant something to Doug so the fact that we could do this together was even more awesome.

We scurried to get ready (f’real – I had like 15 mins), printed tickets on our printer, grabbed a camera and two cards, threw it in my bag and we bolted.  In the whirlwind of getting ready I didn’t have a chance to ask where we were sitting.  I knew Doug and his impeccable luck, so I had no doubt that the seats were decent.  I read the tickets and it said, “Lexus Club”.  Uhh, what?!? We were COURT LEVEL, 3 rows back and totally on TV.  (Yeah – we were getting texts left and right.)  All of which for a totally decent price too.  (Toldja he’s lucky!)

The crowd was hyped.  The sitch? Win that game or go back to Chicago.  The game was intense and at one point the Sixers were 12 points ahead.  Things changed rapidly during the second half and our lead was gone plus a few points.  The fourth quarter was one that wouldn’t have been good if you had a weak heart.  At one point I looked over at Doug and said, “I’m either going to puke or get a stomach ulcer.  One of which is going to happen this evening.”  With a minute on the clock, Omar Asik was on the line to shoot two free throws.  If he made it, it would’ve been real tough to recoup those points.  He missed. Twice.

Sixers had possession so Andre Iguodala took it the net.  Evan Turner tipped it in and the crowd went NUTS thinking we just won the game.  Errrr. WRONG.  The whistle blew but nobody heard it.  Which lead Iggy on the line to shoot two.  My heart sank to my feet knowing that he’d had a crappy year on the line.  I had hope though.  I watched the ball release from his finger tips and SWISH.  Tie Game.  I watched the screen for a moment to see him exhale.  It was intense.  Hearts all over were pounding.  He dribbled and let it go… SWISH.  With 2.2 seconds left on the clock one of the bull guys, Watson I think, launched the ball from three-quarters court it hit the rim, but didn’t go in.  That was it.  Game over. We experienced HISTORY.  The Sixers haven’t one a playoff series since 2003.  The man to take them there? Andre Iguodala. 

One of the greatest nights of our lives and in our history together.  These are just *some* of my favorites that I took.

PS.  There’s a good chance we already have tickets for this Friday’s game against the Celtics.  Perhaps…..

Can’t forget about the cell phone pics that were on Instagram.  :)