As I sat in the MCI Center and watched LeBron James in the 2003 Jordan Capital Classic, his final game as a high schooler, I fantasized that the next time IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d watch him play live would be at Madison Square Garden.
And heÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d be wearing Knicks blue and orange.
The Knicks, of course, did not win the 2003 Draft lottery — they only had a 1.5 percent shot at the No. 1 pick. I held out some hope for the magical Summer of 2010, but LeBron infamously decided that heÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s not about saving franchises.
So though it wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t quite the way I imagined it, after eight years, I decided it was finally time to go see LeBron at the Garden.
The two Micky Ward-Arturo Gatti fights I attended rank up there with the Mike Piazza post-9/11 game as the best sporting events IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve been to live.
As such, IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve eagerly awaited The Fighter since first seeing the trailer. IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m just not good at actually carving out time to go to the movies, so it took me a while to see it after it released.
Bear in mind IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve never actually done a movie review. IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m far from qualified to be a film critic, as evidenced by my affinity for Ichi the Killer. But for what itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s worth, I did very much enjoy The Fighter, as a fight fan and in general.
Of course, it was by no means a perfect film.
One thing IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve learned after about a year of using Twitter is that itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s a refuge for people with way too much knowledge about stuff that nobody else cares very much about. As such, IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve felt right at home sharing my views on St. Patrick high school basketball and Yelawolf mixtapes with a perfectly non-captive audience.
But every once in a while, the nonsense I know pays off — like a little while back, when I ended up somewhat randomly with an autographed jersey of Andre Iguodala.
IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d say that rooting for Mike Vick became a heck of a lot easier when I figured out he had the ability to help me fund a vacation to Cozumel in March.