Belle of the (Basket) Ball

So I’m at the Four Seasons in Seattle and the game’s on with 13  seconds left.  Men, lots of them, start to come out of the woodwork – like termites, really, or Brooks Brother’s Fashion Week.  I feel like the belle of the ball – except I’m not.  Instead, I’m floating in a pool of testosterone:  Butler 59 – Duke 60.  Half here are Madmen, the other half are Two and a Half Men – you know what I mean.  And I’m drinking…. a 2008, K Vintners Velvet Devil, Merlot, WA;  a 2008 Broadley, Willamette Valley, Pinot Noir; a 2007 Catena, Malbec from Mendoza.

And then there’s 3 seconds left. The pressure mounts in that Four Seasons, reserved sort of way.   “OOOOAAAAAHHHHH!”  Duke hits one free throw, misses the second.  61 – 59.  Butler misses the 3 point shot.  Duke wins the game. “OOOAAAHHHH!”

Duke should feel lucky.

Cheers!

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