hamster huey and the gooey kablooie
I had a good time at the women's basketball game tonight. It was their first exhibition game of the year, but they looked pretty sharp. We're loaded with talented freshman, so even if the team is a little bit shakey at first, I'm thinking that there's nowhere to go but up. Coach Blair is doing a great job of recruiting it seems. As usual we were on the front row, center court: prime heckling position. Good crowd too, for an exhibition game against something called from Ohio (I believe) called 'Athletes in Action.' They're down with JC, I think. Good for them.
Anyway, as soon as Michelle and I walked in, we were nabbed to participate in one of those little games that go on during timeouts when the dance team is too tired to do their patented 'hop up and down and clap hands rhythmically' routine. Midway through the first half we both climbed into inflatable hamster wheels a la bubble boys (and girls) and when the time came we raced the length of the court, there and back, twice. I was wearing flip flops, which aren't great for running, but now is not the time for excuses: besides, with my surge in the final stretch, I was crowned Hamster Race Champion. I rule over my subjects with an iron fist and a short temper.
In exchange for our efforts, we both received black Blair Hoops Project shirts from last season and posters with this season's schedule. I was hoping for one of the new BG/GB shirts, but as Mick Jagger told us, you can't always get what you want. Incidentally, that was the song that blared from Reed Arena's speakers time and again last season after just about every loss (and there were many). Melvin Watkins could probably do a decent karaoke version of it, in fact. Melvin, I believed in you till the end, but let's face the facts: you couldn't lead our men to victory. Playing Kansas (and Texas, and Tech, and just about everyone else) close for three-fourths of the game and then giving away the it all away in the final ten minutes just doesn't cut it. But you had a nice golden parachute, so I doubt you're sweating it.
Around half time KBTX's sports guy (and Ron Burgundy look-a-like: stay classy) showed up with a camera and a hot dog: a prepared journalist if ever I saw one. He wound up taking a reaction shot of all of us on the front row going crazy over some really mundane little jumper (hey, everyone acts that way when you put a camera on 'em, that's why there is no "reality" television) and promised us it'd be on the 10 o'clock news.
Yeah, sure, I think. The whole piece'll get a minute or so, and we'll wind up on the cutting room floor. Thanks anyway, dude.
Despite my doubts, we watched. And after a few highlights, there we were- basically the whole shot he took of us made it. It ended on me (save the best for last, right?), and was pretty funny, all things considered. Michelle and I are the new stars of KBTX, as we may've been shown in coverage of the (early) Veteran's Day parade that took place in Bryan on Sunday afternoon. We missed it, though, and of course no one we know watches the local news, not even for weather. After all, that's what I use the window for.
What else? We had a co-ed intramural football game at 11, in which we ran out of time. Eddie, Phil and I hashed it out a little while ago, so there's no real reason to go into it here: it would only get me upset again. We did our best, but we didn't play our best, so it's kind of hard to deal with. That's the playoffs- win or go home. The men's team plays tomorrow evening: hopefully we'll have a better ending.
I have to be at work in six hours. And though I think I could prattle on for a few more paragraphs, I am hereby calling it a night. Stay classy.
Anyway, as soon as Michelle and I walked in, we were nabbed to participate in one of those little games that go on during timeouts when the dance team is too tired to do their patented 'hop up and down and clap hands rhythmically' routine. Midway through the first half we both climbed into inflatable hamster wheels a la bubble boys (and girls) and when the time came we raced the length of the court, there and back, twice. I was wearing flip flops, which aren't great for running, but now is not the time for excuses: besides, with my surge in the final stretch, I was crowned Hamster Race Champion. I rule over my subjects with an iron fist and a short temper.
In exchange for our efforts, we both received black Blair Hoops Project shirts from last season and posters with this season's schedule. I was hoping for one of the new BG/GB shirts, but as Mick Jagger told us, you can't always get what you want. Incidentally, that was the song that blared from Reed Arena's speakers time and again last season after just about every loss (and there were many). Melvin Watkins could probably do a decent karaoke version of it, in fact. Melvin, I believed in you till the end, but let's face the facts: you couldn't lead our men to victory. Playing Kansas (and Texas, and Tech, and just about everyone else) close for three-fourths of the game and then giving away the it all away in the final ten minutes just doesn't cut it. But you had a nice golden parachute, so I doubt you're sweating it.
Around half time KBTX's sports guy (and Ron Burgundy look-a-like: stay classy) showed up with a camera and a hot dog: a prepared journalist if ever I saw one. He wound up taking a reaction shot of all of us on the front row going crazy over some really mundane little jumper (hey, everyone acts that way when you put a camera on 'em, that's why there is no "reality" television) and promised us it'd be on the 10 o'clock news.
Yeah, sure, I think. The whole piece'll get a minute or so, and we'll wind up on the cutting room floor. Thanks anyway, dude.
Despite my doubts, we watched. And after a few highlights, there we were- basically the whole shot he took of us made it. It ended on me (save the best for last, right?), and was pretty funny, all things considered. Michelle and I are the new stars of KBTX, as we may've been shown in coverage of the (early) Veteran's Day parade that took place in Bryan on Sunday afternoon. We missed it, though, and of course no one we know watches the local news, not even for weather. After all, that's what I use the window for.
What else? We had a co-ed intramural football game at 11, in which we ran out of time. Eddie, Phil and I hashed it out a little while ago, so there's no real reason to go into it here: it would only get me upset again. We did our best, but we didn't play our best, so it's kind of hard to deal with. That's the playoffs- win or go home. The men's team plays tomorrow evening: hopefully we'll have a better ending.
I have to be at work in six hours. And though I think I could prattle on for a few more paragraphs, I am hereby calling it a night. Stay classy.
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