So Mr. Monday made it to the first Thunder game. It was the place to see or be seen in Oklahoma City, especially since there wasn’t an ’80s metal band playing at the Zoo Amphitheatre.
Mr. Monday is here to give the lowdown to all of those people who weren’t there but were instead manning the overpriced parking booths around Bricktown, or aimlessly wandering around Reno Avenue, looking for Bostjan Nachbar. As you would expect, the crowd was pretty pumped. Either that or they were just glad to be somewhere not watching election coverage. Mr. Monday was tempted to run out to halfcourt and give some Electoral College projections, but nixed the idea when future Secretary of Agriculture Brad Henry walked by. Don’t want to ruin the surprise for the guv. It was nice to have a team back, for sure. Mr. Monday still remembers those tear-stained final moments with the Hornets. But during the Thunder opener it was strange, to say the least. It was like they move the bus on Extreme Home Makeover and all those folks slowly realize that someone has built them a house with an indoor pool and a jungle gym. Once the introductions were under way and Graham Colton had sung the national anthem (really, you couldn’t get a private jet to fly Carrie Underwood down from Tulsa?) it was back to Oklahoma City’s patented "College-Like Atmosphere.” (Every time an announcer uses that this season they have to pay Mick Cornett five bucks) It was a thrill to see the likes of Johan Petro taking on Andrew Bogut (not quite Magic and Bird), until about the second quarter, when Mr.