Rick has a nightmare before the game that was never played
When I was in kindergarten, I attended a private school in the Bronx. The school was meant to be a stepping stone for all these kids to get into Ivy League schools. I remember one of my good friends routinely getting into quarrels with his dad (mind you, we were in kindergarten) because his dad went to Harvard and he wanted to go to Yale (Kindergarten!) Me, on the other hand, never wanted to go to an Ivy League school because “they sucked at sports.”
Since I was a wee lad, my sport allegiances have been with non-local teams more often than not. You never think about it but being a fan of a local team has intangible benefit associated with it. It is created by the camaraderie created by fans of a particular team. Very few teams are an exception to this rule, besides the Cowboys and the Yankees no other teams are effectively able to cross state lines. I feel that this rule has become the basis of my transformation into more of a casual sports fan. I don’t need to watch every Avalanche or Redskin game. I always check to see how the Mets and Yankees did, but it’s not on the top of my list. Mostly I like keep abreast of all the major happenings in the sports world in general.
There is one exception though:
College basketball is by far my favorite sport. The season is the perfect length. The post season is phenomenal, even when your team is not in it. And every year there are about 40 games that don’t involve Syracuse that are still must see games. To be honest I don’t know how I fell in love with the Orangemen, but we have been seeing each other for about 16 years now. Starting in Kindergarten, I would wait patiently for the NCAA brackets to be printed in Sports Illustrated and I would tape it to my door. I’d write in the name of all the winning teams right away, unless Syracuse lost, then I would need to check at least five different sources before I would believe it. Mind you, this was extremely difficult in the age before the internet.
Since I have been alive, every college basketball season except one has ended on a down note. This year was no different. Syracuse was relegated to the NIT after being snubbed by the Selection Committee. Everyone in the country listed Syracuse as the number one snub so that softened the blow slightly, but not by much. (I can admit now that we just weren’t that good. But you’ll never hear me admit it.)
This year when Syracuse was playing Clemson, I still had the giddyness associated with the NCAA tournament. But like I mentioned before, this was the NIT. Unfortunatly for Tara, even though she was not at her computer, I still assaulted her with my thoughts on the game. Almost 200 IMs later I had myself a glog.
(7:17:58 PM): Syracuse is losing 8-9 in the first half
Auto response from Thoops4 (7:17:58 PM): playing basketball….
(7:18:18 PM): I beat u back
(7:19:48 PM): Even if you’re not there I’m still going to IM you
(7:21:28 PM): those SYR jerseys are atrocious
(7:29:34 PM): those jerseys are so stupid
(7:29:42 PM): gray numbers? Really?
(7:29:53 PM): losing 14-18
(7:31:01 PM): Clemson assholes
(7:31:18 PM): winner gets to play in NY next week!
(7:31:43 PM): gross
(7:31:57 PM): their play is matching their jerseys
(7:32:17 PM): they are talking about blonde brownies for some reason
(7:33:21 PM): Clemson is boxing out b4 the shots go up. They box out and the guards are able to drive baseline. It’s Blue Chips
(7:33:37 PM): SYR 14 -Assholes 24
(7:34:59 PM): they just referred to Paul Harris as a man’s man
(7:35:10 PM): and they said that the new jerseys make his guns that much bigger
(7:35:21 PM): down 13
(7:40:40 PM): down 11
(7:41:09 PM): the ball just got blocked and wedged in between the rim and backboard simultaneously
(7:42:53 PM): mom made me mac and cheese
(7:43:22 PM): maybe it will be lucky
(7:43:25 PM): nope
(7:43:34 PM): Rautins just air-balled a three
(7:43:50 PM): you need to teach him how to shoot the three
(7:44:05 PM): down 8
(7:44:41 PM): or they can turn it over
(7:44:58 PM): DOWN 5!
(7:47:23 PM): It’s getting a little out of control
(7:49:12 PM): Nessler needs to stop talking about these blonde brownies
(8:10:27 PM): finally I can finish my thought after being kicked off for years
(8:10:40 PM): when I got kicked off Nessler commented: “Matt Gorman with an easy dunk.”
(8:10:51 PM): he made that easy dunk look so hard
(8:11:00 PM): it was a struggle for him to dunk it
(8:11:35 PM): Now SYR is down 11 at halftime
(8:12:20 PM): Boeheim got a technical foul during half time. More points for Asshole #1.
(8:12:24 PM): fantastic
(8:12:47 PM): they just showed the blonde brownie on TV
(8:12:57 PM): down 13 now
(8:13:10 PM): AHole #1 with 23 points now
(8:13:59 PM): Jesus
(8:14:15 PM): SYR hasn’t touched the ball yet in the 2nd half
(8:15:01 PM): 1 minute 15 has gone by
(8:15:24 PM): SYR just got their first touch
(8:15:24 PM): down 15
(8:15:34 PM): down 13
(8:15:39 PM): Devendorf with 11 points
(8:15:56 PM): that was the most pathetic play ever
(8:15:59 PM): wow
(8:15:59 PM): wow
(8:16:49 PM): first they steal the ball, then while dribbling up court Wright dribbles the ball into the hand of the assholes, easy asshole lay-up
(8:17:01 PM): then they throw away the inbound pass
(8:17:59 PM): the license plate on the car in this commercial is GAH
(8:19:04 PM): down 15
(8:19:12 PM): lets start playing now
(8:19:14 PM): down 13
(8:19:24 PM): Devendorf is going to carry us right now
(8:19:50 PM): he is going to take every shot
(8:19:58 PM): Nichols better step up
(8:21:03 PM): every Clemson inbounds pass from their baseline has to go all the way back to half court. That’s the one bright spot of our game; our inbound defense
(8:21:17 PM): asshole #1 has 26
(8:21:25 PM): SYR down 13
(8:21:52 PM): ok ok down 11
(8:22:13 PM): You’re not really going to read all of this are you?
(8:22:17 PM): it’s like a book
(8:22:18 PM): I’m sorry
(8:22:32 PM): even when your not here I still talk to you
(8:22:46 PM): I could be telling someone else this, but I’m not
(8:24:14 PM): I was going to pack when I got home because I’m ancy
(8:24:18 PM): but I don’t want to leave my seat
(8:24:33 PM): granted they aren’t playing too good with me sitting here
(8:24:35 PM): but they won when I sat here on Monday
(8:24:41 PM): I’m wearing my Gerry McNamara shirt again
(8:25:10 PM): Nessler is impressed by the packed house. Little John holds 10,000
(8:25:20 PM): I don’t see why that is impressive. They had 3000 the other night.
(8:25:55 PM): SYR had 26,000 that same night
(8:26:00 PM): fantastic turnover by SYR. They are getting creative with their turnovers
(8:26:18 PM): 11 again
(8:27:10 PM): of the 10 or so shots this half, Devendorf has 9 of them
(8:27:41 PM): what a Macy’s call
(8:28:23 PM): really.
(8:29:03 PM): we play 35 seconds of solid defense and the assholes throw up a prayer as the shot clock goes off and it goes in
(8:29:39 PM): Make FTs
(8:29:54 PM): Down 12
(8:30:04 PM): with 13 to go
(8:30:21 PM): dagger
(8:30:36 PM): Assholes score then SYR get ancy
(8:30:44 PM): then they run down court and just throw it away
(8:30:53 PM): bah I’m about to go downstairs
(8:30:59 PM): not much faith left
(8:33:06 PM): walking downstairs
(8:34:09 PM): so I can pack and chew some gum
(8:35:11 PM): fantastic SYR gets the ball
(8:35:17 PM): commits an offensive foul
(8:35:39 PM): I think Boeheim’s just going to say F it in a few seconds and go sit with his wife in the stands
(8:36:06 PM): hahahahah Austin Peay
(8:36:20 PM): assholes
(8:36:25 PM): down 15
(8:36:50 PM): stop making threes u sparkling wiggles
(8:36:54 PM): ok 13
(8:36:58 PM): with 10 to play
(8:37:21 PM): how many messages have I sent
(8:37:25 PM): 100?
(8:37:27 PM): 150?
(8:37:35 PM): SYR turnover
(8:37:47 PM): I’m about to turn this off
(8:37:53 PM): we are so terrible
(8:39:37 PM): 15 points
(8:39:47 PM): terrible shots
(8:39:51 PM): plus turnovers
(8:39:58 PM): plus heads up their butts
(8:40:03 PM): equals this is hard to watch
(8:40:16 PM): now I realize y we didn’t make the tournament
(8:40:50 PM): that asshole just dunked the ball so hard he knocked his own contact out
(8:41:24 PM): ostrowe’s training thus far: by the way, my training is going awesome, I just had a big Mac, a cheeseburger and mozzarella sticks for dinner
(8:41:35 PM): my training: complaining about this game
(8:41:47 PM): not to far away from changing the channel
(8:41:57 PM): these recruits we are getting next year better be good
(8:42:05 PM): I wonder if is Harris staying
(8:42:20 PM): if he tried to enter the draft, he wouldn’t be drafted
(8:42:35 PM): he has little to no skills that can translate to NBA talent
(8:42:52 PM): Devendorf on the other hand can drive the hoop and not pass, perfect for the pros
(8:43:06 PM): that’s not saying Harris can pass, b/c he can’t either
(8:45:57 PM): they just commented on Paul Harris’ physique in the new jerseys again
(8:46:25 PM): bah…..
(8:46:33 PM): down 14
(8:46:37 PM): down 16
(8:46:49 PM): my breath smells like potato sticks
(8:47:04 PM): am I at 200 yet?
(8:50:47 PM): Syracuse Line.
(8:50:54 PM): 17 field goals
(8:50:57 PM): 16 turnovers
(8:51:06 PM): that is y we are in the NIT
(8:51:17 PM): if we were in the big dance we would have lost in the first round
(8:51:22 PM): so which outcome is better
(8:51:44 PM): being relegated to the NIT and making some revenue by hosting two extra home games
(8:51:58 PM): or getting to the dance and losing in the first round to long beach st
(8:53:18 PM): hahahahhaahha this asshole just tried to dunk but muffed it and he just hung on the rim and caught his missed dunk and tried to put it back in
(8:53:25 PM): he got T’d up
(8:53:30 PM): SYR down 13
(8:53:39 PM): shooting two free throws
(8:53:44 PM): and then they get the ball back
(8:54:02 PM): Down 9!
(8:55:28 PM): I just made fun of my mom for playing FreeCell
(8:56:40 PM): Nessler on Devendorf dribbling up the court: “he’ll probably shoot.”
(8:56:56 PM): and he does
(8:57:30 PM): down 6!!
(8:58:03 PM): oooo 4 fouls on rivers
(8:59:38 PM): Keep driving at him over and over again!
(9:01:40 PM): down 3!!!!
(9:03:30 PM): clemson has lost two starters to fouls
(9:06:28 PM): SYR has lost Watkins
(9:07:48 PM): Devendorf and Harris are playing like men possessed
(9:09:32 PM): F
(9:09:40 PM): FTs
(9:12:43 PM): Paul u wiggle
(9:13:39 PM): Still down 3
(9:14:30 PM): BS
(9:14:49 PM): That asshole fell down on his own
(9:15:02 PM): not our fault he is clumsy
(9:15:02 PM): down 4
(9:17:41 PM): confusing moment
(9:17:54 PM): the scoreboard says timeout
(9:18:07 PM): nessler said foul
(9:18:20 PM): Nessler is right
(9:18:49 PM): Nichols on the line
(9:19:09 PM): makes the first
(9:19:50 PM): a very quiet 17 pts for him tonight
(9:20:32 PM): down 2
(9:21:49 PM): roberts just fouled out of the game
(9:22:29 PM): bah they ran out of gas
(9:23:31 PM): They showed a lot of heart coming back
(9:23:58 PM): another 2 minutes and they would have won
(9:24:54 PM): Well it was an entertaining season. There is always next year.
Another year in the books, but the chance that next year will be better keeps you coming back. That’s what so great about sports, every year you get a clean slate. But I’ll never forget that one year that ending on a good note. That’s enough to keep me coming back for years to come.
5:00 pm – Pass by Negro Mountain (Seeing this sign may or may not have sparked our desire to keep a running diary. I can’t believe that nothing happened for the first two and a half hours)8:09 pm – Merge onto I-64, only 237.4 miles to go (Another three hour gap. Lackluster)
Back in the day, Ostrowe and I were supposed to play basketball against Tara & Lynchy. The ultimate battle of the sexes. It never happened. These videos were part of the lead-up
Everyone knows that there is no better time than March Madness. There is an abundance of college basketball on TV and an abundance of gambling in all workplaces. In the past as tradition we would spend the opening days watching as much basketball as we could, however adulthood has started to interfere. Luckily for myself I work for a sports company so I got to watch the games at work. However, the madness isn’t confined to the weekdays. Whats more, combine the first Saturday of the tournament with St. Patty’s Day and you got yourself one heck of a celebration. This year, the temple of celebration…..Bailey’s.
I thought I was being smart, I was supposed to pickup Melissa and Ostrowe at 2:00 so I left the house at 1:30 so I could account for the bad weather (which is still on my shit list). Of course as expected it took me 30 minutes to get out of my driveway. After picking up Melissa, I called Ostrowe to tell him that we were on his street, he informed that he had heard from Jim$. On a whim, Jim$ decided he was going to fly to Buffalo to watch the Maryland game in person, but JFK would not let his private jet take-off. This left Jim$ irate because he still had to pay his pilot for showing up even though they didn’t fly anywhere. But this did mean that he could meet us at Bailey’s.
When I got to Ostrowe’s house, his driveway was under a foot of snow because his Mexicools had not showed up yet. I parked across the street and Melissa and I watched as he trudged through the snow and across the busy street. As we drove to Bailey’s we expected the worse. St. Patty’s combined with the March Madness DirecTv Package should have equaled wall-to-wall people, but we were pleasantly surprised to get to Bailey’s and find the place empty. It actually took us 10 minutes to decide which table we should sit at. So now at this point it is me, Ostrowe, Melissa and Lindsay. Of course we order the stock Bailey’s Special #1 (Wings, Pizza and a Pitcher for 15 bucks). From the second we got to Bailey’s the basketball games were all fantastic, completely making up for the dismal first two days of the tournament. Ohio State pulled out a miraculous victory over Xavier. But since they are the number one team in the country, that’s what they are supposed to do. We also found out that Melissa often wears pants under her pants.
Next up was the important game. Maryland vs. Butler. At that moment the door opened and in walked Mr. and Mrs. Mohr (carrying a stuffed singing Testudo). Moments later they are followed by Jim$ Himself. Now we have quite the gathering of Maryland rooters. While the Mohr’s are there, we enjoyed telling stories about Dmo and his job which sadly lets him leave work at 12 noon each day so he can spend the afternoon by the pool or drinking on his balcony. Everyone is pounding pitcher after pitcher and it is an all-around good time. Especially when Melissa texts Jim$, who is sitting across the table mind you, with the message: “boobies and titties.” Apparently Mr. Mohr saw the message, but thankfully Melissa didn’t find this out until later.
Now for people who don’t know, Bailey’s, while a bar, can also seem to double as a daycare. No joke, half of the people who go there bring their children with them. And they never seem to come with just one child. It’s like they agree to host a playdate at their house for five kids or so, then after 15 minutes of the kids being there they realize this was such a bad idea so the parent brings them all to Bailey’s so they can get cocked while the kids horse around and the parents don’t have to drop a ton of money on video games like they do at Dave & Busters.
Unfortunately, Maryland loss to Butler which left a sour taste in everyone’s mouth, but then again we were at Bailey’s on St. Patty’s Day. After the game, Mr Mohr so kindly picked up our tab like a true gentleman. Then literally, as the Mohr’s walked out the door, the alcohol buzz hit everyone at the table. Behind closed doors Jim$ came out into the open and like normal was the catalyst for the rest of the day.
In our 8 hours at Bailey’s we ordered around 15 pitchers. And by 6:00 it showed.
in one tirade about the downside of breast reduction surgery, Jim$ grabbed the attention of one of the eight-year-old girls floating around the bar and told her never get breast reduction. Then Jim$, Melissa, and Lindsay got into a spirited discussion of who was the most active. After a good hour debate, I’m still not sure they got anywhere.
Then the aformentioned moms came back into play.
Ostrowe: Excuse me, the next round of whatever those ladies over there are drinking is on me.
Waitress: The ones over there?
Lindsay: Yea, the ones over there with all the babies.
Ostrowe: Shut up Lindsay
The women were so flattered by Ostrowe’s act of kindness that they bought our table a pitcher. And one of the women even came over and thanked us. Her name was Lisa Greico and she was the main focus of Ostrowe’s attention, mostly because like Ostrowe had an affinity for pointing out, “She had titties the size of you head.” Later the two of them would talk again and Ostrowe asked her if she was going to be in Pearl River the next day for the St. Patty’s Day Parade. Her response, “Yes, I’ll be across the street from the bowling alley. With my husband.”
There were a few more encounters with the daycare students at Bailey’s before the host told us to stop cursing. Melissa and Jim$ got picture happy and unfortunatly for Lindsay, she became the focus of all the pictures. Ostrowe, after previously pulling the chair out from under her while she was sitting down, called over two little kids and asked them if they would like to take a picture with her and that they should just stare at her boobs. I’d like to see what happens to these kids when they grow up.
By 8:00 I was winded and figured Lindsay and I could catch a flick after the bar. Jim$ had convinced Ostrowe and Melissa to go to a party with him. Lindsay and I had no desire to go to any party, but we figured we should make sure that they would make it to the party. So we followed them for five minutes….still driving….Melissa calls: “Where are you guys.” “Right behind you Melis.”……..ten minutes…..text from Melissa: “We are behind you.” No you’re not……fifteen minutes….twenty minutes…….where the hell are we going….and we wound up in Pucking Farsippany. I hate New Jersey.
In the Daily yesterday there was an article discussing the rule stating that kids must be one year removed from graduating high school to become eligible for the NBA Draft. There is a quote from David Stern saying:
“I would gather that by the end of the [NCAA men’s basketball tournament] our teams will have seen some extraordinary young men play against accelerated talent and be able to make good judgments.” Stern added the players will also have “grown in confidence both on and off court, and acquired skills that will make them better able to do their jobs”
Who is Stern trying to protect? The players themselves or the owners who get horny when they see the latest high school prospect and can’t resist. Because for every LeBron James there are three Martell Webster’s. But I have to give Stern credit because on the opening day of the tournament the top sport story was the Dallas/Phoenix game from the night before. You know Stern scheduled that on purpose.
In other news March Madness On-Demand has highlights of a ton of old games. Including Syracuse beating Georgia and Syracuse winning the National Title. If I didn’t find that I would be even more miserable today. Stupid Snow. I will also watch Adam Morrison cry over and over again. Today’s games better be good.
It’s never a good sign when the highlight of my day is opening my fridge and opening the vegetable drawer and finding a single Wild Cherry Capri Sun. I literally cheered when I saw it. Actually now that I look at it the expiration date, February 6, 2007, I realize how long this must have been sitting in the fridge. Oh well, it still tastes great!
So I was thinking about doing a March Madness post, but that is kind of cliche. Ok the real reason is that I was lazy, there are you happy. Anywho, I picked UCLA over Kansas in the National Semifinal. For a number of reasons, but mostly due to this.
After that movie was done I followed a few more links and stumbled across YouTube Gold. This clip had me dying. 1) It features a joyous Syracuse after beating Kansas to make it into the Final Four way back in 1996. 2) It features a “drunk” Al Maguire “dancing” 3) Look over Boeheim’s left shoulder when they interview him. You can catch a famous Syracuse Alum making Reche Caldwell eyes. Maybe that explains why he couldn’t beat the Patriots. Put Brady in that position and he is no where near the camera. By the time CBS went off the air he would have already impregnated both teams’ cheerleaders. Priceless.
Ahhhhhh The Masters. A tradition like no other.
Fucking Blue Chips.
I blame the new jerseys.
When we were in high school, we were jackasses. I’ll admit it. However, in my opinion, we never really crossed the line into douchebaggery. Then again that could just be my opinion. Disclaimer: Don’t try this at home. Whatever I’ll let the movie speak for itself.
Note: Part of the movie is messed up in the beginning. But don’t worry your not missing anything.
Well the Running Diary of Day 2 was even worse than BP’s attempt. This is what it came out to be:
8:30 Get to work
4:30 Syracuse Loses
4:45 Open Gmail
5:40 Leave work
Oh yea, I went to lunch today late so there were no lines, perfect chance to get my salad right. Nope, I got Subway again. But I also got Sun Chips, thats healthy. Good start Rick.
However, I offer this thought from my bus ride home. We all know how eager Hollywood is turn turn real life stories into movies. Imagine if they start taking very pedantic events and turning them into movies. Remember a few years ago when all those guys lifted a giant rock so that Tiger Woods could hit his shot. They could make a movie about all those guys and how they converged to lift the rock. I bet one of the guys wasn’t going to go that day but at the zero hour got his ticket. And one guy almost went to hang out at a different hole. Then the big rock lifting scene could be in slow motion and then they could give Tiger “Muppet Adult Treatment” where you only see up to his thighs.
To make up for this crappy blog I present:
[Nike] has also created the impetus for endless conversations starting with the phrase, “Andy Rautins has the torso of a 15 year-old girl.”