When I was in college back in the 90's a girl who knew I was a big Jazz fan asked me out and told me she was taking me to a Jazz game. "Hell Yes!" said I. We get to the arena (I drove) and started to look for parking. She tells me that we have reserved parking and directs me there, I'm thinking, "Wow, I might be sitting lower bowl!" Turns out they were her Uncle's tickets and he is out of town. We get to the arena and instead of heading up the stairs, we start moving down. I'm all thinking maybe ten or twenty rows up. It turns out I am sitting first row on the floor, underneath the basket, next to that crazy Doctor guy. Dude whoops out a duffel bag, because that kind of thing was OK back then, and offers me a flag to wave on free throws and one of those smaller megaphone things. I'm still in shock. At the first free throw, he starts talking to the players and tells me to do it too. SO at some point I'm trash talking Matt Gieger (he is even uglier up close) telling him how Karl is going to destroy him. Karl smiled and Gieger smirked at me, or in retrospect probably the doctor guy, because the players probably hate that guy. It was sooooo awesome, and I know I'll probably never get to something like that again, but I lived the dream for a night at least. Also, I got the VIP buffet at half time. Dated the girl for a while, but there weren't any more tickets and we broke up.