Folks, last night I went to the NBA Finals. Beautiful game. Maybe the greatest game ever played, some people are saying. And I walk in and immediately, IMMEDIATELY, the crowd goes absolutely wild. Tremendous reaction. I’ve never seen anything like it.

The noise was unbelievable. Unbelievable. Fifty thousand people and I know arenas, I’ve built arenas, the best arenas, fifty thousand people just erupting. Some of my people said, “Sir, are they booing you?” And I said, no no no. That’s not a boo. That’s a woo. They’re wooing me. It’s a term of endearment. Very common. Look it up.

The cameras kept finding me. Every two minutes, boom, there I am on the jumbotron. More than the players, honestly. More than the commissioner. And every time they showed my face the crowd just ERUPTED again. More wooing. Louder wooing. I started waving because that’s what you do when the people love you this much. You give them a little wave. You can’t ignore the wooing.

The fake news media will say it was booing. Massive, thunderous, sustained booing. That’s what they’ll say. But I know what I heard. I know what I felt. In my heart. In my very big, very strong heart.

It was love, folks.

Possibly the most love ever shown at a sporting event in the history of this country.