Continuing our seriously packed weekend, we spent Wednesday morning at the Storm shootaround prior to the game (don't ask me who that is, just go educate yourselves: www.wnba.com/storm). We got to sit courtside while they ran through plays for the game, shooting drills, and got some great feedback from their coaches. It was funny, because I'd forgotten all of the little smells and sounds that go along with being up close and personal with the game itself. You don't notice them when you watch a game in a big, crowded gym or arena, but when you're in a more intimate, practice setting, the sound of the ball against the net and the hollow, plastic thunk of the players' fingers catching passes ring out very clearly. It's been four years since I last touched a basketball/coached, and I'd forgotten these simple things that were part of my life for such a long time. Add to that the fact that I was sitting and watching some of the best players in the league (and some of the women I watched play college ball as a little girl--hello Sue Bird, Swin Cash) running through their game day paces, and I was just about the most psyched person on the planet. The ten-year-old inside me was squealing like nobody's business and the twenty-two-year old in me tried to be a wee bit more subdued and was fascinated (and a bit in awe) watching the whole thing.
If that wasn't enough, we sat courtside at the game that evening, which was honestly one of the coolest experiences I've ever been lucky enough to have. Unfortunately, the Storm didn't have their best game--Atlanta had some seriously big women on that team, and I think their pushing everyone around (plus the fact that seemingly ever shot landed, no matter what) just wore our defense down. I'm excited for the ever-awe-inspiring Lauren Jackson to get back from her hip injury rehab and show of some serious skills in time for the end of the end of the season and the playoffs! Despite the loss, I had a phenomenal time, and I couldn't believe how lucky I was.
On my last full day in Seattle we had fabulous sushi and went to a John Legend/Sade concert. Sade was fabulous music, though went veeeerry late, but John Legend opened and man, let me tell you, that guy can SING. He can also flirt with an entire arena via microphone and megatron like nobody's business and is likely the King of Wooing in real life. If Gilder went the way of Marhsall's HIMYM Lily fantasy and died of a rare, incurable hiccuping disorder just after asking me to move on and find some studly man, John Legend, you would be he.
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