My feet ached, but it was well worth it. I mean, how many times in your life do you have the opportunity to attend a championship? Sure, I had to park about three miles from the stadium. Sure, I somehow missed that city bus that was barreling directly toward me until it was too late. Sure, once the bus rolled over my feet, I experienced agony beyond anything I could have ever comprehended to that point. But we're talking CHAMPIONSHIP, man!

I had to drag myself the remaining half of a mile, crawl to the turnstile, beg to be admitted to the game, get carried to my seat, and slapped occasionally to be waken from pain-induced unconsciousness, but it was worth it, man! WORTH IT!

Championship!

The game was over, and I sat in the stadium until the cleaning crew arrived. Someone finally spotted me and called an EMT. But it was worth it. Worth. It.

Man.