Portland Trail Blazers Game 28: A Hot Woman Prevents Me from Enjoying the Game!

So we have this new hostess at my work, and she is hot. Upstate New York, college graduate, waitress/realtor...you know the type.

Needless to say, when you watch the door six nights a week at a historic bar, your dating life pretty much goes down the tubes and you rely on things like...oh say...Portland Trail Blazers basketball...to put some spark in your life.

Now, there are plenty of hot ladies who are Blazer fans. (In fact, there is deep beauty behind ALL female Blazer fans...) Unfortunately, I don't know very many of them, and none of them want to get to know me. Why? I only have a SINGLE SEAT to each game I go to. No Blazer dates for me. No ma'am. Not this season! 

So I woke up today both excited about the prospect of watching my first Blazer game in three nights, but also a  anxious because my dating and relationship life is like the dinosaurs...extinct.   

Portland is really a lousy place to be single in your late 20s. Nothing but women settling down! No fun. 

So here I am. I got the game on, I'm keeping my eye on it while doing my job...and in the fourth quarter, our new hostess starts asking me questions about how to do her job. She is the first hot woman to talk to me and actually NEED something from me in MONTHS. You know? Thus, I am 100 percent DISTRACTED from enjoying the game. 

See,  I know she just wants me to be attracted to her so she has some power over me, and that's fine...but why is it that despite knowing that...I actually answered her questions over watching the GAME.

See...the game LOVES me. She DOES NOT. The game NEEDS me. She does not. 

Beautiful women do different things to me. Over the years I've come to learn that the best thing a man can do when he sees a beautiful woman is use her as inspiration to be the best person he can be. Make great art, save a life, exercise, eat well, read lots of good books...etc.

This lady is far from from making me feel that way...but she is hot. New. And talking to me.  

So by the time she is done using me for her own purpose...the game is over.

And Portland LOST to a Carmello Anthony-less Nuggets and now have to fly back to Portland (through the worst snowy weather EVER) to play them at the Rose Garden tomorrow night. 

Tomorrow, I will wake up with the same emotions I had today. Tomorrow I will go to work and the new hostess will be there. The game will be on in the corner of the room. 

And Portland needs to win, because there was no excuse not to win tonight. Denver is our biggest rival in the Pacific Northwest, and we need every win we can get. Tonight was a perfect night to make a statement, and they beat us without their star. 

Chauncey Billups played a great game, and Denver made some big three's at the end of the fourth (or so the replay told me...) but we should have gone out there and knocked them dead.  Instead, our win column is smaller than it should be.

At least I got to talk to a...

Ah... never mind.

At least NOTHING.

That game sucked.