There was a knock on the door of room 112 in Cobb Hall at Central Michigan University. Jessica opened the door to see the face of our RA, Caitlin. She invited us to come to the study room for a floor event. No one ever came to the events except for us four girls in room 112, so Caitlin knew we couldn’t pass up her offer.

We joined Caitlin in the study room where the smell of fresh popcorn filled the air and paper, markers, stickers and glitter glue cover the tables.

“What are we making?” asked Kristine.

“I thought it would be fun if we made bucket lists,” Caitlin replied. I had heard about bucket lists before, yet never knew what I would write in one of my own. We all sat down and began to brainstorm; I grabbed the glitter glue, of course, and began to decorate the cover while I thought of what I might want to include in my list of things to do before I die.

“I want to see the Jonas Brothers,” exclaimed Jessica, who might love the Jonas Brothers a little too much, “Who would you guys want to see?”

“Oh I want to see Bob Seger!” Kristine said excitedly as she reached for a marker it write it on her bucket list. “We all know who Bethany would want to see,” she said giving me a smile. We all knew she was talking about the best rapper alive, Lil Wayne. As I wrote ‘see Lil Wayne in concert’ I thought of more things I wanted to do. It’s never easy to come up with your dreams at the spur of the moment.

“I think it would be awesome to pet a kangaroo,” Kristine said writing it down.

“Yeah that would be really cool but you’d have to do it in Australia, not just at the zoo,” Jessica suggested.

“That’s a really good point, plus I’ve always wanted to go to Australia. And it wouldn’t hurt to see all the cute guys with accents,” joked Kristine as she made the correction to her bucket list.

“You guys have some pretty good ideas,” Caitlin told us as she wrote down she wanted to attend grad school. Their voices started to fade when I started to brainstorm ideas of my own; ‘be a bridesmaid, get a tattoo’ I wrote down. I wanted to include things on my bucket list that have meaning to me, even if people wouldn’t understand them; this is where owning a wiener dog named Elroy, owning my own house, and becoming a teacher came into play. I’ve always wanted to experience things that not everyone gets a chance to in their lifetime; to me, this included going to SeaWorld, taking part in Mardi Gras, visiting the Dominican Republic and seeing the Harlem Globetrotters. As I thought of all the things I want to do before I die, I wrote them down on the pink paper of my bucket list.

I never thought at that moment, in the study room of Cobb first floor, that I would actually be able to cross some of these things off my bucket list; little did I know the first thing I would cross off would involve making buckets.

I have never been a huge fan of basketball but knew about the infamous team with the most wins ever; The Harlem Globetrotters. When I heard The Trotters were coming to my hometown, Grand Rapids, I just had to ask my dad to take me.

“'Ello Gov'na!” I cheerfully said to my dad; we always say goofy things to each other when we answer the phone, “I heard The Harlem Globetrotters are going to be at the Van-Andel Arena, you think we can go?” I hopefully asked my dad. I had to be hopeful; my dad had a snow blower accident just two weeks before and knew he would be my only chance to see the Globetrotters. My father, Bernie loves sports and anything sports related, knew how badly I wanted to go to the game but was going to be on strong meds to help dull the pain from the accident. I feared he would not feel up to going to the game, which I understood.

“We’ll have to think about it and see how I feel. You know I’d love to take you,” he told me over the phone.

Who knew a week later I would be watching Big Easy, Too Tall and Flight Time make 5 point shots.

“Please welcome The Harlem Globetrotters!” shouted the announcer at Van-Andel Arena. There were cheers from people of all ages around us as my dad and I watched the men dressed in red, white and blue run out onto the court. The sounds of basketballs bouncing, people whistling, and shoes squeaking filled the arena. Surprisingly, this was the first basketball game that I had ever attended. I seemed to be joining the bandwagon a little too late; kids from the age of about four were running around dressed in Harlem Globetrotters gear and screaming for their favorite player. The music played as the Globetrotters finished their stretching, which had a fun twist with pranks and dancing. The Elite, their opponents dressed in black entered and were booed instantly. My dad and I joined in with the booing of The Elite and cheered for The Globetrotters. The intensity of the music and the fans cheering was transforming me into a fan myself!

The game started and the men ran up and down the court making trick shots; jumping over each other’s backs, dancing down the court, stopping in mid play and doing the YMCA. One player even did a back flip onto the rim of the basketball hoop, caught passes from another teammate and dunked it in.

“Wow, that’s pretty hilarious,” my dad exclaimed when one of the Globetrotter’s pantsed one of The Elite players when he was making a free throw. The game was over as quickly as it started with The Globetrotters defeating The Elite, 121-99.

Even though basketball has never been and never will be one of my favorite sports, The Harlem Globetrotters will always be my favorite basketball team. Not because they are undefeated or because of all of their trick shots but because I got to experience something new with someone who means everything to me. As I cross items off my bucket list, I think of how lucky I am to have experienced and been able to do that particular thing and be able to cross it off my list.

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