Last year, Mr. TRF sur­prised me with Miami Heat tick­ets. I hadn’t been to a pro­fes­sional bas­ket­ball game since Kansas City still had the Kings.

1. That was a mil­lion years ago. Literally.
2. Heat games are an excel­lent time.

So now I must decide: wait for a LeBron jer­sey or stick with Wade?

An aside: I wanted to quote mod­ern poet Jay-Z here—If Jeezy’s pay­ing LeBron, I’m pay­ing Dwyane Wade—but wor­ried that I might be miss­ing a metaphor. Here’s some help if you, like me, should not run around quot­ing Jay-Z.