Here’s the scene: it’s 4:30 p.m. and I’m sitting in my hotel room in Minneapolis just sort of killing time before we get some IFP-MN stuff on the agenda. My cell phone rings, it’s Charlie Sotelo. Charlie (not knowing that I’m in Minneapolis), wants to know if I wanna watch tonight’s Game One of the NBA Finals (featuring the San Antonio Spurs) with him. Charlie has a big-screen, surround-sound set up. So, disappointed, I say “Thanks, but I’m out of town, but I’d love to come over and watch a later game maybe after the weekend.” To which he replies, “No, I have an extra ticket to the actual game in San Antonio.” Upon hearing this, I let out the biggest groan I’ve heard in months. Oh well.
I’m sure the game will be on TV at some local bar tonight… Maybe.