Crumbling to Peer Pressure

I said no. I had no interest. But still, I was talked into going to see a Bulls game. I’m not crazyabout basketball (or crowds for that matter), but I’ve never been to a game. I’ve been told that I can’trenew my Chicago residency unless I’ve been.

Some convincing taunts thrown my way:

Ben: I’ve read your blog lately. It’s boring as SHIT! This is killer material!

Justin: If you go I promise, if it’s humanly possible, I’ll buy a rainbow afro and wear it.

Ben: My son will be going with us. He loves you. Don’t you love my son?

Jill: I heard there will be fat, dancing men during the halftime show.

Ben and Justin (simultaneously): FAT! DANCING! MEN!

Pics later.