My team, the Orlando Magic, were in town and I didn't want to miss them, so I bought a cheap ticket and sat in the nosebleeds and watched them absolutely dominate the Wizards.
I'm not new to doing things by myself. I love to go to the theatre alone, or the movies. I'll even take myself out to dinner. But something about going to a game alone felt much more daunting. I was embarrassingly nervous as I drove to the arena.
And then, it was all misplaced anxiety.
I absolutely loved it.
I sat back and watched the game with basically no distraction, other than eavesdropping on the Georgetown boys near me who clearly don't watch basketball. I read my book during halftime and left immediately as the game ended to beat traffic.
It was a perfect evening.
And I would gladly do it again.
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