Usually, I feel like I don't belong in this league.
We can't attract big crowds at home, and there are no Milwaukee Bucks fans cheering for us on the road.
The Green Bay Packers own this city and this state, and they still played in Milwaukee until the mid-1990s.
I feel like I'm back in high school, where football is the sport everyone is passionate about. Every time my teammates and I run into someone we know on the way to practice, our conversation usually goes like this:
"You're so tall, you must be on the basketball team."
"Yes, that's right."
"So you're players at Marquette University?"
"No, we're players for the Bucks."
"Oh, nice, nice."
Then they walk off, without any excitement.
After every game at the Bradley Center, I'd order a pizza and then go home to watch The X-Files.
Don't I know how to have fun?
On the road, we were often just a filler.
