Originally posted on 11/30/2016:

The in-game experience in all of pro sports is miserable. You can't talk to the person next to you without screaming because at every stop of the action, some god-awful music is blaring at a volume level where you can hear it 10 miles away. It doesn't take long before you're just tired of pretending to care about the Cheerleader of the Month, which local car dealer is sponsoring the opening tip, getting excited because the home team just made a first down (while losing, 35-3), yada, yada . . .

If you gave me free tickets to these games, I wouldn't take them. Nothing beats the comfort of the living room at my own house, where I don't have to pay $50 for parking.