That's the Seattle Storm. In the WNBA Finals.
If you need to find me, I'll be camping out along the victory parade route, which will travel the full length of the Northgate Mall parking lot.
I'm still trying to figure out where this falls on the whole, "ending in a tie is like kissing your sister" scale of sports satisfaction. No offense to anyone's sister, but, "ewww."
Side note: There is no way that someone would say isht like that in this day/age without sounding like a complete perv. Like, when Angelina Jolie talked about being "so in love with [her] brother right now." Creepy...