On Saturday night, the Hubs and I went to another Hawks game. We got to sit up in the Falcons box suite (Thank you Arthur Blank!) with a few of his co-workers and enjoy comfy, cozy seats. You know how we love our Atlanta teams (Fair-weather fans, take note! We don't like you.) and since we're both huge sports lovers, it's always fun for us to get out and cheer obnoxiously together. It's really romantic.
But in all honesty, we usually reserve being obnoxious for Falcons games and Georgia Southern games; then we let it all hang out. Pierce is never sexier than when he's screaming incredibly snarky comments at refs/opposing teams/UGA fans/UGA players/UGA anything. If it wasn't so frowned upon, I'd probably jump his bones in the bleachers right then. You're welcome that I don't.