We see them on every corner. They flank scalpers and statues of Stockton. The game for them is a job opportunity. We waited long enough for him to put his cell phone away to get to work.
It seems some of them take a different approach. The previous "worker" introduced us to his wife. That's right.
For others it's a learning opportunity. Grandma's explaining the ins and outs of the pick and roll all while comforting him while the Jazz wrap up the win.
While fans live and die by what goes on in the arena, he lives by watching what goes on around the arena.
I've never been able to walk out of a loss telling myself that we at least have a championship, or 17 for that matter like Boston. For him, this game was another reason to appreciate his T-shirt.
Sadly, every game has to end with someone emerging as the loser, but it's funny how they seem to attract each other.