I’ll never forget the first Summer League game I watched in person. For those who have never attended the summer basketball showcase, it’s an event unlike anything else in sports. It’s a huge party. It’s a massive networking conference. It’s a basketball nerd’s paradise.
And above all else, it’s a chance to spend 10 straight hours watching some of the best athletes in the world play in a glorified, ultra-sloppy pickup game while the summer Vegas air slowly turns your eyes into prunes.
I didn’t know that when I watched my first game. I nervously made my way down the stairs at the Thomas and Mack center to the media seating, and awkwardly sat down, lookin around with some irrational fear that I was doing something wrong.