Most everyone who knows us knows that Herman is a champion gift giver. Seriously, the guy deserves an award or something - or a really good gift. In the 10 years that I've known him, he's never phoned it in when it comes to special occasions (do you all remember the renting of the Shelby Mustang for the 5th anniversary?).
Now, we're not big Valentines Day celebrators, but last Tuesday (the one before v-day), homeboy comes home and hands me a box (which feels suspiciously light) to open. When I protested that we weren't supposed to get each other anything, he insisted that it was really a gift to us. A gift of tickets to the Warriors/Suns game the next night (I'd been begging him since we moved back to take me to a Warriors game when the Suns were in town)!
The game was perfect, albeit a bit strange with me rooting on my Suns while Herman rooted on his Warriors (and I just have to say, in any other situation, I'd totally be rooting on the Warriors - have you watched Baron Davis play?)...with thousands of other Warriors fans. The only part of the night that wasn't perfect (for me) was when Barbosa missed a three pointer with 3.2 seconds left in the game, leaving the Suns to lose by two. Otherwise, perfect.