I watch this great reality show, its called, reality. I've got this great special seat for it too, one step removed. But when you have to step over crack addicts tweeking on the sidewalks, bums passed out and having pissed themselves, then deal with some mulit-millionaire whining about some petty problem its pretty special. Then there are the fans, dunk (often), high (most likely) dressed to the nines (hippie bands excluded) that gets fun too.
