Proof that I am one of 11 remaining NBA fans

Due to some random events and poor planning on my part, I ended up alone in Clarendon last night with some time to kill before meeting friends, so I decided to go into a bar and watch game 3 of the NBA finals. I'm having a beer and enjoying myself watching the game, when a normal looking guy comes over to hit on me. My opener of "I have a boyfriend" didn't deter him, so we chat for a little bit. Then he says:
"You know, what really drew me to you is you just strolled right in here alone and you look totally comfortable sitting there pretending to be interested in that game."
Me: Well actually I'm here specifically to watch that game.
Him: [chuckles]
Me: No, really. I love the NBA.
Him: Wait, you're serious? How did this happen? Do you have a thing for tall guys or something?
Me: I don't know, I just like it.
Him: Ok. That's kinda weird. Basketball is definitely my least favorite sport. I'll let you get back to the game. [returns to his friends]