No beer thrown on me this time. No fights in the stands.
Sorry. Sometimes shit doesn’t happen.
So I’m eating my pre-game dinner at the Garden with my wife and daughter when my daughter says “uh, Dad, there’s someone here to see you.” I turn around and three members of the “Blue Crew” are standing there. (The Blue Crew picks out fans for contests, throw shirts to the fans during breaks, etc.) One of them noticed the autographs on my jersey and asked what BSB stood for. Then he asked me if I’d be interested in participating in a trivia contest during the second period.