We tend to win the Championship in odd-numbered years, so hopes among the superstitious/numerology crowd are high.
Photos are mine, but old...


Win or lose, I just want to watch some basketball.


The girl in yellow was robbed by the lady in the wild print dress, who came out of nowhere to snatch the bouquet from her hands.
I have a thing for skylights and pretty ceilings.
The family that dances together...
...stays together.
Daisy the horse...
...took the bride and groom on a carraige ride into their future.
I wasn't surprised at all to bump into ace event photographer Chris Pichado. This young fellow really knows his flash, both on-camera and Strobist style, and is a hoot to party with. He's a member of my camera club and is someone I respect and enjoy knowing. 
The happy couple's daughter Amber. She's cute and sweet and completely ignores everyone who tries to get her attention.
The critical 1st dance as dude and wife.
Amber, the legendary Mike Gallegos, and the bride's mom are twisting the night away.
Jeremy the bartender was situationally-aware enough to realize that when I set my camera on his bar and pressed the shutter button followed by holding my hands over my Alpha like it might explode meant that I was taking a long exposure digital photograph and that walking into the frame might be a bad thing.