But the basketball we saw this weekend was right up her alley. The noise, the excitement, and the Newcastle on tap.
Wait. The last one was me.
Conrad was not as sold on the event, but I think that's because we timed the cotton candy intake badly. He had his face sticky by the end of the first quarter and the game went into overtime. Or, in sugar-high terms: 23 minutes into The Crash.
Still fun, though. Now if only the local team were any good...