When Coach Knight's teams were in the NCAA's, there was never a question about it. Indiana it was, all the way! From IU's national championship team in 1987 to their awful first round loss to Richmond in '89 (which I blame for the four car accident I caused the next day). From my month long depression over the '92 Final Four loss to the devastating injury to Alan Henderson in '93, which almost certainly is the reason why Coach Knight has three national championships instead of four. From the '80's to 2000, March meant the Indiana Hoosiers. Every other team be damned.
Thoughts on sports, Springsteen, and life...and a combination thereof. (What else is there?)
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Go Badgers! (I think)
When Coach Knight's teams were in the NCAA's, there was never a question about it. Indiana it was, all the way! From IU's national championship team in 1987 to their awful first round loss to Richmond in '89 (which I blame for the four car accident I caused the next day). From my month long depression over the '92 Final Four loss to the devastating injury to Alan Henderson in '93, which almost certainly is the reason why Coach Knight has three national championships instead of four. From the '80's to 2000, March meant the Indiana Hoosiers. Every other team be damned.
Sunday, March 3, 2013
Basket Blame
I hadn't laughed that hard all season long. And with the comical cast of characters on this year's basketball team, that's certainly saying a lot. We may not have the smartest or most talented group of players ever comprised on a high school team, but we probably could compete as one of the funniest.
There's Zack, whose impersonations are limited to just two, but are spot on. If you closed your eyes, you'd think Chewbaca was bellowing at you. Or that you were being ordered to get into the chopper by Arnold Schwarzenegger.
Kevin's usually good for a few laughs a day, from flexing his non-existent muscles to shouting out "Shooter!" before launching his own jumpshot, which usually results in one of two things: either hitting nothing but air or almost breaking the backboard.
And then we have Josh, who persistently tries everyday to dunk the ball, but looks more like a 5-year boy reaching to catch a seagull flying by on the beach. He'll never come close to getting it, but that doesn't stop him from trying. Which leaves all onlookers laughing out loud.
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