The Thrilling Game point of view:Blaze It was Game 7 of the 2016 NBA Finals,and we got tickets to the game!Its not like were rich or anything.But,my dad got got a big promotion on his computer stuff.I went with my mom dad and my brother Neil,who didn’t watch the game so he brought his mathbook with him(I know who does that!)But,anyway I got ready.I got my curry jersey on and we headed on.When we arrived,the parking lot was packed .So,we had to park all the way like 100 blocks down.And then, when we arrived at our seats after waited in the line to the game for atleast two hours,they announced the starting lineups it was the biggest, most loudest celebaration I heard.When they said my favorite player Curry’s name I yelled!The nwhen the game finally started!It was the intense game.It went back ent forth,like a bald eagle soaring in the air.But then in the end,Curry had the ball with this hand,if we made it,The warriors would win.So,curry had the ball, he went with and missed.Then the other made a three and won the game.I cried.Then I heard Neil cried too.I stopped crying and I was like he actullay cared.But it turned out that Neil got his first math question wrong,since he was five.Of course I thought. Then I continued crying.
The Boring Game point of view:Neil
I was excited.Not for the game of course,because Blaze told me I get Jurussaic period of time in a quiet place to do math.I dressed my most formal clothing as if I was doing a recital.But Blaze lied to me.Well,so did my parents,but he came with the Idea.I did not get the Jurassic period of time.I got two hours with the noisest crowd people of seen.But,I still still broke a world record of the fastest time of listing the perodic tables alphabetically backwards.Then,I just did the toughest algebra equations I the top of my head,and checked the with a calculator.But then,something disastouros.I cried.I cried because I got my first algebra question wrong in five years.If Blaze and these fans of basketball wound’t stop yelling.So I tackeld him like a charging bull.
