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Not even the notion of a free ticket was enough to entice Ryan or anybody else to pry themselves away from the start of the Australian Idol finale between Casey Donovan and Anthony Callea. Left in the mad rush of the Kings' appearance at Martin Place during a Friday lunchtime, tickets to the section under the section under the Philips big screen of the Kingdome. As soon as Goorjian mentions "free," the players were swamped with hands grabby, grabby. Not many of those who snag tickets actually turn up. Ben Knight is one and for what seems like the third game in a row takes his warm-up shirt off glistening against one of the Kings drummer fans who promptly sheds his own. Volume 4, issue 4 of Kings News drapes over every other seat in the stadium. A light and easy read, every other copy is left untouched with attendance in part by those over from the West of Sydney, on for the grudge match, a repeat of last season's final.
King's Mark Sanford really shows some beef as he and the Razorbacks' Simon Dwight take offense to each other's mere court presence. Dwight dunks just over the head of Sanford only to have the Sandman return the favour with his own slam over Dwight. A definite, even under the radar, sizing of each other is going on. CJ Bruton's arm is strapped almighty and this gives BJ Carter on court time. Making for an impressive showing, the later half will be where it's at. Kings tip it out on 31 to 24 to end the first.
Dive! Dive! Dive! Pigeons and gulls swoop to hit the air just above the heads of those waiting outside the Ent Cent. Cover the eyeballs, they want more after a taste of those slim-fat fries. Sizzling hot plates burn the tongue with a sauce that won't stop. Purple tickets are made late and with that, an indication of a fairly sparse crowd in for the evening. All up to row E seems to be carpeted, all those behind slabbed with flaking cement.
Sydney Kings open the scores, moving fast and starting the run down on the Crocodiles of Townsville with swift hands and quick feet. Energy just burns off as they are all over the court making shots come fair enough despite the visitors asking otherwise. Major squeakage comes from the boards, the slightest step screeching and screaming at the wax and polish against the rubber soles. Nothing, however, is timed with making it sound like a Nike commericial shot in a dark studio. Kings see the first with 29 over 22.
Cate Blanchette, looking far better off screen, watches the rushes between filming scenes for Little Fish as onlookers crowd Thomas street in Haymarket watching Cate watch Cate. High winds scream the louvres of the Ent Cent, banners flying off their hooks just missing the eyeballs of those in line to buy tickets. There one second, gone the next, a clownish man on stilts held up by a gigantic balloon last seen talking to the band setting up outside McDonald's. From another direction, Jade and Ryan walk up as the actor parks a car, careful not to run over the cameraman's foot. A quick lesson in numerical designation pops the Korean seated in 14, the others with him looking more than upset at not knowing where the numbers start.
Co-incidence awards Jason Smith the player of the month as Perth's Scott Fisher accepts the Philips coach of the month before the start of the game. Tip-off is messy, flailing arms eventually see the Sydney Kings running it to the board and out of basket. Peter Crawford of the Perth Wildcats begins the notching as both teams start slow, the tally just as incremental and sparse. Minutes run down and the score board just barely sees either team break in a 20. Rodney O tests out the bass level of the sound system checking in the roar of the crowd. First quarter ends with Kings up 24 on the Wildcats 19.
Rest of the review of Outer implosion; Sydney Kings vs Perth Wildcats - Entertainment Centre - 13/11/04
Penetration and transitions bubble the minds of the three fellows walking toward the Entertainment Centre. Light in the day is still to be had with tip-off only a few minutes away. Rustling down the back something irksome, an envelope ready for the zonking during next morning's train ride. Taking up one and half seats with a wayward leg, a problematic woman prompts a wandering across the vacant sea of purple. Through the difficult decision of where to take refuge, the feet unexpectedly end up walking to the seats taken up by Jade and Ryan—who only an hour or so prior were claiming absence for the night. With such an abundance of empty seats in the silver section, the move is already made down that bit closer toward the railing.
Adelaide opens the scores after taking the messy jump. Rodney O doesn't sound like Rodney O from the mere vocal sampling of the starting fives. A low throat utters the familiar phrase, "one to come," at the Adelaide free throw marking that yes, "the Voice" is in the Kingdome. The Kings are lost in their defence for the opening few minutes before they come back and take over the lead. Energy is non-committal for both sides with wayward shots getting the better of the teams as they walk off at 34 to 26 with Kings up for the second.
Rest of the review of Dunkin' donuts; Sydney Kings vs Adelaide 36ers - Entertainment Centre - 03/11/04
Remember that the order is for chili chicken and that chili chops come along with the chicken. Keep in mind also that the seeds are where the action is and all should be fine. No amount of blind sweat makes it any tastier, so be done with it and munch on through the pain of never finding enough food to eat.
Blurry printouts from a copier with identity issues knocks off three dollars leaving a flashback to times with others and of as cheap seats in the silver section. A busload of orange men walk toward the Entertainment Centre to split seconds of realisation that they are in fact the opposition team from Cairns. Jade is absent and scouting the scene north of the border. Ryan and Atom aren't even present, making this the first solo effort in stadium soaking. UNICEF, as noted by a flyer from the previous home game, takes three dollars from every ticket for their cause.
Rest of the review of Lonesome traveller; Sydney Kings vs Cairns Taipans - Entertainment Centre - 29/10/04
With several minutes before tip-off, Jade collects the tickets from the box office to reveal that with even all the people walking around the Entertainment Centre, low seats were still to be had. A man wearing a blue UNICEF shirt handing out UNICEF noted flyers is doing miserable against a blonde only a few metres to his right. Her shrunken top might have something to do with her handful being near out.
A pudgy unibrow is ushered from seats in row G and looks upward toward the black of somewhere else. Other people find their seats waving umbrellas precariously close to taking out eyeballs. Ryan handles our umbrella, seating it in a vacant spot on the fifth. Atom notes Shane Heal's #23 singlet has moved and now sits between all the banners, brought in from the outer since being raised to the rafters on retirement. The 2003/04 championship banner still shines whitest and the game begins.
Rest of the review of Slow down; Sydney Kings vs Hunter Pirates - Entertainment Centre - 24/10/04
Rapped knuckles near bleeding lead into the night. Jade collects tickets made two hours before the tip-off that fall back two rows against a Wednesday night in which they were bought one hour prior. Empty is a feeling that covers the stadium with few people actually bustling about aimlessly in the lead up. Seating in the red sea within shows a grand void behind the southern baseline, a smattering of souls taking the sidelines to incrementally fill the numbers.
Songs on the playlist are starting to get better and more current as a few new tracks are heard in the time before the start of the game. Black Eyed Peas, Guy Sebastian and Maroon 5 get a spin, as does a forgotten track that burns as the skips are too much to bear. Their absence in the first quarter makes hearing the game calls and voices of the players and coaches pretty clear.
Rest of the review of Turn around; Sydney Kings vs Brisbane Bullets - Entertainment Centre - 17/10/04
Blistering lips and a mix up between sweetened chicken and sweetened beef—both with copious amounts of dud floured bits to distract and spit out—led into the balmy night. Buying tickets an hour before tip-off affords the closeness of sitting near to, but not too close to railings that separate the silver section from the overhang of the walk in the Entertainment Centre. Shorted sleeves and along for the night, Jade, Brain and Atom. Passing reference was made to the massively blue lines covering veins on the hands and quickly hidden in plain sight thereafter.
Climbing a short hike, the reality of the ticket's letter row dawned on the night, suspicions on a reverse alphabet layout dismissed. From the rows of E, the bright lights are brighter than those had at row P and the sound system leaning in with a clarity that suggest that these seats are very near the audible sweet spot. Seated along the sidelines, the new big screen from Philips is on a fair angle with a touch of head turning. Montages from previous highlights play and even features three new songs fresh to the Kingdome—one being a now old Superman (It's Not Easy) from Five for Fighting, the even older Downtown by Petula Clark and the recent head waste of Fatboy Slim's slashdotdash. There will be no more new music heard after tip-off.
Rest of the review of Laugh and cry; Sydney Kings vs Melbourne Tigers - Entertainment Centre - 13/10/04
Stabilizing a blasted brainstem numbed with a burnt throat, no real sense of doom or elation presented itself. At least not in the wait to the final tip-off of the 2004 NBL Championships. Hype and buzz were mysteriously absent. The Entertainment Centre was filling nicely and with the crowd numbers announced at 9609, cozy is the Kingdome. Few patches remained in the seats but these are always the least bodied. No surprise to see them stocked with a splinter contingent of the rival's fans.
Name bombing started and stopped just as quick. The announcer reeled them off at a moderately speedy pace. Among the spectators, ex-host of ex-show The Resort, Jon Stevens and recycling the affection for Ebi Ere, Glenn McGrath with an ooh-aah of his own. Other names filled out near a dozen. Their attendance at the game means nothing and treated as such by the fans. Even less of a reception was paid to sub-grade singer, Christine Anu. Her availability more than likely the reason she was singing for the night. The Australian anthem is easy and for Anu, easier as singing it she wasn't. Music played over the speakers and the only voices heard resonated from the crowd. She was silent and presumably lip-synching for the fact.
Lost in a myriad of mulch, highlighted by the pale moonlight, a way off a dizzying path found in strengthened lights crossing over the Warm Up Arena. Chants of "Shout it, shout it along," beamed from speakers hoisted 50 metres high and stragglers from the Royal Easter Show were also in the stream. Coaxed into a steady flow toward Sydney Olympic Parks' State Sport Centre, aka the Pig Pen, venue for Game Four of the NBL Championships.
Visually unappealing from the outer, the inner fares from a weak mix of tomato sauce, wood chip and a little body sweat. Not at all overpowering, but there for the keen snorters. Air conditioning, as remarked by Jade the second we crossed the door, was notably absent. Collective heat from all the people like a downtrodden sauna ready for a tune-up and kick start.
Devon, or a weak scent of salami, mixed in with copious amounts of body odour and dressed down sweat were the night's eye watering primer. With nearly a row taken up by the gang in support of the Trendwest Sydney Kings, the few remaining on the left were taken by a family of Razorback supports. One of whom was a rather portly sized—let's just face the fact that she was fatter than the seat allocated—woman. Despite everyone else around her feeling the cool currents of the air conditioning, she just couldn't stop readjusting her armpits and the hold of skin surrounding. At one stage in the night she nearly took out the eye of her son in an akimbo stance.
One man on the far left, right up against the wall of the Entertainment Centre, vocal as he might have been, was quite lame in all of his attempted barbs toward the home team and defending champions. "Get a haircut," directed at King's CJ Bruton was the first of many weak potshots. They got louder, but failed to get better.
Rest of the review of Sheer Asphyxiation; Kings vs Razorbacks - Ent Cent - Grand Finals: Game 3 - 31/03/04
Choking down a wide sized apple, the skin was left hanging over the fence. Jade's brother was at the wheel and tested the G-forces available. Slight, even during rounds in the underground car park. The lower the level, the more fragrant the rotting produce.
Outside the Entertainment Centre, the milling pills were many and in a constant state of flux. The covers band from earlier appearances were still playing outside the McDonalds. Cigarette butts went flying across the paved areas surrounding as the crowd were gearing up for what was billed as a battle of Sin City. Could not find any explanations as to why, but it was. Taken.
Rest of the review of Battling Sydneys; Kings vs Razorbacks - Ent Cent - Grand Finals: Game 1 - 24/03/04
Thirty minutes to tip-off, Jade and I were waiting around Door 7 of the Entertainment Centre to the news that by a stroke of luck, our contact, Adam, scored ticket upgrades to a corporate box right on court side. A ticket for ticket swap. What was going to be a viewing up in the midsection of the thickly scattered audience graduated into seats between the boxes of Macquarie Bank and The Sydney Morning Herald.
Two rows, connected in groups of four, the chairs offered nothing in the way of slouching comfort. Cushions on the back and seat of the chairs were padded enough to hold off from the hard plastic yet soft enough to allow for hard punches to connect with the red moulding. Postured into a fixed face-front position, turning around to focus on the action up and down the court falls more upon the neck than upper torso. Careless twisting pops you off the seat.
Rest of the review of Cracker Box; Kings vs Bullets - Entertainment Centre - Semi-Finals: Game 1 - 13/03/04
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