A Bust

The moment I knew that the Cavs had signed Shaq to their team, I began looking for tickets when the Cavs played the Bucks. I was anxious for the once-in-the-lifetime experience of seeing LeBron and Shaq play together.

The date of the game we purchased tickets for rapidly approached, and much to our chagrin, Shaq got injured a week before the game occurred. While the boys were bummed-- as was I--, we still felt good knowing that we would get to see one of the best players in the game of basketball: LeBron James.

Last Saturday, we donned our Cavs gear and headed to the Milwaukee pumped up for the epic night to come. The excitement continued to build as we were inundated with a plethora of Cavs fans walking around also wearing their Lebron and Shaq shirts. Easily, there were 50 Cavs shirts to each Bucks shirt.

The seats we bought that night were close to the court- only five rows up from under the hoop. We snapped a couple of quick pictures and waited for the guys to come running out. When the announcer called the Cavs to the floor, we were somewhat disheartened not to see LeBron run out, but we assumed that he was just being "celebrity"-like and would come when he felt like it.

As the Star Spangled Banner played, I began to get worried. I mean- I hadn't laid eyes on Lebron yet. . Then, a guy screams from his seat: " Where's LeBron?" As I looked around a little, the guy behind us explained that Lebron had hurt his foot the night before. I was stunned.

Then, I looked at the youthful, excited faces of my little guys and had to explain to them that LeBron wouldn't be playing after all. Bummed, they hung in there and tried to enjoy the game. Andrew actually had a great time- even though he was right next to the Bucks Band. (He said that if we go back again, we need to get quieter seats.) Brendan cheerfully and (as usual) oppositionally cheered for the Bucks despite wearing a Cavs shirt, and only he left pleased that the game ended as it did.

Evan, however, was sad about the lack of LeBron and Shaq. He curled into my lap and asked me to take him home to read books. Ultimately, he even fell asleep in my lap before the end of the game.

Despite not seeing LeBron play, we did see him on the sidelines and excitedly pointed and took pictures. For now, this will just have to suffice.