I scored 3 tickets from my aunt for the game the other night. I took Weenie and her brother. We suited up in our gear before we left the house. Our seats were on the 3rd row behind the opposing team. We ate, drank and screamed our selves hoarse!
You must have a hot dog at the game. It's a rule.
Dozier dunking!
Coach Cal!
Just before tipoff.
Chicken fingers!
And finally peanuts.
And finally peanuts.
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