The most memorable moment of the Warriors – Cavs game?
End of the 3rd quarter I go into the restroom of the sports bar to urinate. As I’m urinating this guy sidles up to the urinal next to me.
“HOW YOU DOIN’ MY MAN??” he shouts.
“Fine,” I says. “How are you doing?”
“OK!!” he shouts. “I HAVENT SEEN YOU AROUND IN AWHILE!!”
“I’ve been around,” I says.
Evidently he knows me. I have no idea who he is. This happens to me often these days. Where some guy I don’t know, knows me. And I always wonder: Do they REALLY know who I am? Or are they just saying that for some reason??
“HOW DO YOU LIKE THE GAME SO FAR??” he shouts.
“Warriors looking good,” I says.
So now I’m making smalltalk with some stranger standing right next to me while I’m drunk and trying to urinate. One of my least favorite things to do. But what can I do? I’m trapped. I can’t stop urinating in mid-stream. So I’m stuck there.
“I HATE THE WARRIORS!!” he shouts, with a hard edge of anger in his voice.
“Oh really?” I says.
So now my attempt at dull banal “sports small-talk” has an added complication. He obviously has some kind of axe to grind. So now I have to think about what he’s saying. And I hate having to think when I’m drunk.
“ALL THESE PEOPLE OUT THERE WEARING THEIR WARRIORS JERSEYS!! WHERE WERE THEY WHEN THE WARRIORS WERE LOSING!!”
“I guess they’re just fair-weather fans,” I says.
“EXACTLY!!!” he shouts.
So I’ve at least managed to say something that would placate him. And we ended our urination on a pleasant note.
I zipped up my pants and went back out to my table and my pitcher of beer and watched the fourth quarter. The End.