The tickets were an early birthday present. No, they weren't tickets to the game tonight, but we did get to watch the Lakers play the Spurs at the end of the regular season. Though it wasn't my first time at Staples, it was my first time at a Lakers game, and my first time sitting in "regular" seats. You know, with the plebes. Because normally The Delicious do luxury box.
The game we watched was well played, but where do you think your Firefox is? This isn't the NBA! This is TDL, and we're just here for the nachos.
But, before I go into what a deliciously atrocious mess of Alpo jerky and nuclear waste cheese the nachos were and what I did with the jumbo popcorn that we barely touched, let's give Grill! and Grill Every Day to...
...#7 Susan (Grill!) and #18 Xera (Grill Every Day). Ladies, please email me at sarah[at]thedeliciouslife[dot]com with your mailing addresses so I can send you your cookbooks and we can see grills gone wild (you knew something that awful was coming, right?).
By the way, for everyone else who might feel like the Celtics must have on Tuesday night, I used the random integer generator to pick the winners, I promise. I don't have the time at this very moment to make pretty pictures of the numerical output to prove that the numbers were chosen randomly; you just have to trust me on this one. If you have any doubt at all, look at Susan's comment. Do you think I'd actually pick someone who's cheering for the opposing team?!
Sometimes it hurts me to be so damned fair.
When my sister and brother-in-law mentioned giving Lakers tickets to us as a gift, I held back from showing him how kind of, sort of, really really really (!) super duper effin' excited I was to possibly get to go to a Lakers game. The game was scheduled for an odd time, it was a "working" weekend, and an event at Staples Center is always, well, a production. I didn't want him to feel obligated to go.
Did I have to doubt? Did I have to worry? Lakers. Spurs. Lakers Spurs. And apparently, boys have a gender-specific gene that gives them the ability to map tickets to a mental seating chart of a stadium and reckanize non-plebe seats when they see them.
I saw the tickets and like any other good food blogger worth her weight in just about anything because it's a lot, saw an excuse to eat stadium food without the hassle of hauling out the Fry Daddy, without the discomfort of being perched on a bumper in a permafrost parking in sub-zero weather, without the tearful boredom of baseball, without the guilt of vicious delicious hottie naughty nachos.
But I am in conflicted,