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Particles of air wisping out of the vents in the car were the signal to a journey's start. Snorting headfuls of the visible mists only managed to kick the brain cells into a snap. At the halfway mark to the Entertainment Centre a hint of gunpowder started and stopped just as soon. Constant adjustments to the temperature managed to get the windscreen fogged up on both sides of the dial. The rotting fruits and vegetables of the above Paddy's Market were negligible yet gaining strength. Jade chose the Haymarket car park and commented on the sheer spookiness of the stairwell. A stairwell that led people straight into the oncoming path of one of the city's light rail cars. Friday night and the crowd was in full strength outside of the box office and flooding the nearby burger joints of McDonalds and Hungry Jack's. Picking up fries was faster than collecting two tickets to the game. Tickets, which thanks to the change in the system over to Ticketmaster7 from Ticketek looked like novelty counterfeits.
Filling up both sides of the court, a huge expanse of red seats vacant on the far end sectioned between the two. Less than two thirds of the capacity from the sheer average of figures turned numbers. Nearly a year between outings, it looked like a whole new arena. Last year they were held under naming rights by telecom NTG and this year travel agency Trendwest. The Heydon Harlequins were now the Philips Harlequins and a selection of new stickers adorned the court floor. Announcer Rodney O was also gone in and his place some Grant guy and his roving sidekick in a yellow cap. The lineup it self was slightly altered and tonight marked the debut of fresh new import Chris Carrawell.
Rest of the review of All the Small Things; Kings vs Bullets - Entertainment Centre - 16/01/04
Game one was played out and won by Sydney. The second of the series moved the diehard fans toward a domed location in Perth. I was not die hard. If anything I was only in the games for the ride. Since no plane tickets were purchased for the trip West of Australia, a few of us decided to head down to an rejuvenated establishment of the retired sort to watch their feed of the game. Televisions were mounted into the ceiling and after one of the group asked for the sound to be turned up we leant back and cranked our necks to watch the spectacle as covered by the boys from FOX Sports.
Stats flashed on the screen: 68% of teams who win the first game go on to win the finals, only 30% of these sweep the series. Brian Goorjian hadn't won a finals series for the last five shots at the championships.
Rest of the review of Only Sixteen (Kings vs Wildcats - Grand Finals: Game 2 - 06/04/03)
The area outside the Entertainment Centre was filled more so than I've ever known it to be. More than a month or so ago during Seniors Week when they were cattled off in buses to some unknown destination. Blocking a set of steps to the upper levels were six amigos in full three amigo attire. One gave me the eye but I think it might have been either lazy or glassy. I'm hoping glassy. Seats in the centre were pretty much full, all except for a smattering of purple upholstery here and there in the vacancies. On a regular game there'd be an expanse between the back wall and the last line of patrons, that wall was taken up that night.
There was no music to warm up the freezing fans. The six amigos obviously couldn't get themselves a gig at Game One. The Stone Age Lion was lowered from the rafters but unlike Owen Hart only his feathery wings dropped from the height. His cape was thrown off as soon as his hind feet touched the ground and with the excitement, proceeded to strip down to his jocks. While they Kings were being introduced this near naked Lion was strutting his fur.
Rest of the review of Can You Smell It? (Kings vs Wildcats - Grand Finals: Game 1 - 03/04/03)
Not one to actively make an effort in watching sports live I was invited by Jade to check out the Kings in the third game of the 2003 NBL Semi-Finals. The series was tied one a piece, with the respective teams winning away games. Given their outing at the quarter finals there was hope that the Kings would make Sydney proud and move on to the Grand Finals.
It was The Gas. A cover band rocking it dead centre of the court leading up to the minutes before tip-off. Fortunately we had seats positioned for the sponsors and weren't watching them behind their backs. I'd been informed that the entertainment at the Entertainment Centre hadn't been much to write about. That hasn't ever stopped anyone though. Barry White brings a heaving mass of sweaty questionability to mind. But that's another spectacle and the game that night was filled with the intensity I've been lucky enough to witness the Kings execute twice previously.
Rest of the review of Biting Off The Head (Kings vs Crocodiles - Semi-Finals: Game 3 - 29/03/03)
Following the aftermath of the near experiment into deafness came the screaming, the sweating and the uncomfortable feeling of being lost. And then came breakfast. Sometime after downing the daily sustenance that would see enough energy being provided in order to carry out yet another day of futility the phone rang to life. In any event I found myself in a car that was being beckoned by a whole fleet on the edge of a point. On short notice I was ready to watch a local derby match between the Sydney Kings and the West Sydney Razorbacks at the Entertainment Centre. Round Two as it was billed. It could have also been a Hollywood remake. Just like the first, only with a greater production value.
The pre-bought and nearly squandered ticket to the game hinted at a Preliminary at 6pm, and what they might have been like, I have no idea. I was there to watch the main and subsequently arrived shortly before the start, just as the teams were practicing their shots.
Rest of the review of Barbecue Seconds (Kings vs Razorbacks - Entertainment Centre 18/01/03)
It was a Saturday morning and the Ripping Friends were just about to take to the air when a phone call shook away all of last night's attempt at sleep. The invitation was from a friend to watch a match between the Kings and the Razorbacks. While not being much for a fan of sports or crowds I decided to go along. Thirty hours later and the car ride toward the Pig Pen was a success given the fact that with each ditch in the road it looked more and more likely that it would just suddenly fall apart and perhaps explode into a comical heap of Datsun history. But it was a free ride and I wasn't complaining. Parking some streets away from the venue turns out to be quite a saver and I sure as hell wasn't going to chip in for a gold coin, seeing as though I didn't have any money at the time.
Arriving early we got to our seats to find a bar sitting right in front of us and on both of our eye levels. Fearful of people falling from the stands - which just happened to be steep and sparse on comfort - the barriers are constructed of metal wires that would easily slice of anyone's head if they accidentally slipped their neck onto it. Tip-off wasn't for a half-hour so I just dropped flyers that were on the seats from the balcony. These were A grade seats but felt like C. Walking in there wasn't much of an odour coming from the 'Pen. In fact, if anything, it was devoid of an actual smell. But there was a horridly foul stench coming from somewhere. Right next to us some guy had taken off his shoes/sandals. It would have been better for everyone had he gone either barefoot or with boots that lace up and take five minutes to undo.
Rest of the review of Prodding a Basted Pig (Kings vs Razorbacks - State Sports Centre 20/10/02)
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