Today, the Phoenix Mercury announced a new partnership with LifeLock, the identity theft protection company. As part of the deal, the Phoenix/Mercury labels on the jerseys will change to the LifeLock label, with the team name relegated to the top corner of the jersey.
It's just like soccer! Only not as cool. Soccer teams never really made a huge deal of having huge team logos on their jerseys anyway, so I find it pretty easy to overlook the sponsorship logos. And while we're on the topic...Boston, you silly, silly team. You let Sky Blue FC beat you!!!! And don't you even think about blaming it on the fact that Kelly Smith only played the first half. Oh, and go Natasha Kai!!! Take that, US National Team!
I'm going to a Mercury game this summer. I can't wait to see how stupid the jerseys look in person. You can buy one from the WNBA store. I think I'll pass.
In other news, the WNBA season tips off this Saturday!
The Little Big Town concert was on May 18th. It freaking rocked, of course. Karen told everyone that she was the boss, and that we were allowed to get up and dance. AMT usually pulls in a more conservative (i.e. old as dirt) crowd, and the band was quick to notice that no one was getting up. At one point, I said, "The hell with it! I'm getting up to dance!" I was the only one in my row who got up, and I really didn't care.
They didn't sign after the show. A fan won the chance to hang out with them backstage, so they had other obligations. I've already met Phil and Jimi, and I had to go to work the next day, so I didn't much care.
LeAnn Rimes was May 24th. My dad and I got to the theatre late, about one song into the opening act. As soon as we sat down, I immediately felt like I was sitting in the middle of a nursing home. The average age of the people in the audience had to have been 80. The man next to me was actually SLEEPING during the opening act. For a second, I was kind of worried that he had died.
No one danced. NO ONE. LeAnn was all, "Put your hands up!" and everyone was like, "But I can't! I have arthritis!" Not really, but you get my point. I wanted to get up, but I figured the old people sitting around me would yell at me and/or grab at me with their leathery fingers.
The show lasted for a mere 70 minutes. I honestly can't blame her. She's been one of the biggest names in country music for the past fifteen years, and no one responded to her. Maybe they thought they were going to see the Osmonds or something.
We were parked near the tour bus, and there were a few people waiting around for autographs. But it was raining and I could see lightning flashing through the sky, so I decided to just head home. I think the excitement of meeting celebrities is starting to wear off. I have a whole collection of autographs, but very few of them are even displayed in my room. If I had a choice between having a 5-minute conversation with someone and getting their autograph, I would choose the conversation. A few years ago, Jessi Alexander and I had a nice little chat. And come to think of it, Phil Sweet and I actually talked for a few minutes. Seriously, that was the second best moment of my life. Meeting Sue Bird is obviously first, but I was in such a dream state that I barely remember it.
Go LifeLocks!
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