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We faced the same upsetting fate as our neighbors to the South.  Just like the Seattle Supersonics, the Vancouver Grizzlies left our beautiful city far too early. My favorite basketball game of all time was the first NBA game I ever attended.  Shortly after the Vancouver Grizzlies began a dismal career north of the 49th parallel, I had the privilege of watching the towering men play.  I was young, but I’ll always remember the end to end action of the men I looked up to, and felt the warmth as the crowd began to cheer for their heroes.  The game itself was no more memorable than any game the Grizzlies played, like most of their games; they ended up with a loss.

After the game, I waited outside GM Place waiting rather impatiently for the athletes to exit the building.  A short wait, and grown men twice my size lumbered through the door and began signing autographs for their fans.  Although when I think about it now, an autograph to me isn’t a big deal, but as a child, that moment has stuck with me forever and encouraged me to always excel at the athletic ventures in my life.

The pros win or lose, are always looked up to.