Gabriella's Denver Nuggets Debut

A few weeks ago, I received an email at work with a good deal on Nuggets tickets. Meredith and I try to go to at least one game a year, and we hadn't been to a single game this year. With this being the last home game of the regular season, this seemed like a good game to go to. I bought 2 tickets and we opted to decide later about whether or not to take Ella with us. We later called to confirm that she could sit on our laps at the game, and so we decided to take her with us.

Just as a note, Tuesday's high was 78 degrees. Here's what Wednesday afternoon looked like:

In other words, things were a bit snowy (actually, really snowy). We decided that rather than fighting midtown traffic, combined with snow, we would take the Light Rail. I figured that Ella would enjoy the train. I was seriously wrong. Ella wanted to run all over the place, and with a reasonably full train, that just wasn't an option. So we held our angry little girl until we got to the Pepsi Center. When we got there, she started to smile at some of the people around her, so we weren't really sure what to expect.

In the Pepsi Center we got her a cool little ball that features the autographs of the players. She didn't really want just ONE ball, but we eventually got out of there with just one. We went over to the other store (the clothing one) and thought it might be nice to get her a jersey. We got her Allen Iverson's jersey, and after fighting with her to let us scan it and then get the hanger off, we took her to the family bathroom to change her shirt. Here is the aftermath:

Needless to say, Ella was still in her angry/upset mode. We had always expected that between the two of us, we would probably get to see about one full game (one in the hall with Ella). I began to think that was the way things would go. We got to our seats and then Meredith went to get some food for us. Ella was a little bit restless for a few minutes, but when Meredith came back, here's what she found:

A quiet Ella! A happy Ella! Some sort of miracle occurred, and we were able to enjoy the rest of the game with her. She copied Dad a lot, yelling "booooo" and "yay!" and clapping when someone made a basket (from either team). We ended up having a lot of fun with her. We left at the beginning of the fourth quarter (since the playoffs were already a lock, Denver was resting their stars, and it was getting late). All in all, what started as an absolute disaster ended really well.



On another note, Meredith and I had a work party to go to a few weeks ago. I absolutely don't deserve to have the smokin' hot wife that I have, as you can see below:



I'm truly blessed.