Once more, without fangirls
Eeee, pretty vm mood theme :D
Basketball game tonight, which I went to...so I have to add those stats. *makes a mental note* But, well, it was funny. The boys got *slaughtered* in the first half (oy vey, did they ever--especially in the first corner, because *wow* did they amass fouls then), and despite coming back in the second, they still lost. Four of the guys were missing (including the one my dad is convinced is the best--or at least smartest--player), and three of the ones who showed up fouled out (that is, they got 5 fouls, which means no more playing). Still, just...a whole bunch of things that were gigle-worthy.
Ie:
.:guy twice my size get fouled out, getting mad, and kicking the floor. Which squeaked. How very manly *g*
.:the fangirls...who were actually kind of annoying, but...#6 apparently garnered three fangirls, who kept screaming anytime he came *near* the ball. Now, granted, he is one of the top players (if a bit of a ball-hog, but he saved the game, so...shh), but it was just...haha. Although, annoying = screaming every time the play stopped, so I couldn't always catch who fouled. And, well, important. But fangirls are always interesting, no matter what you're doing :P
.:the coaches. I sit next to them throughout the game, and may I just say that they are *hilarious*? They both have a bit of a...temper on them, so every bad call or play results in them throwing themselves out of their chairs and going after the ref, or swearing and muttering together about how it was wrong or how that player should *not* be allowed to play or *** I'm so going to ****ing die if they keep this the **** up, etc, etc. And then they start bickering, and I'm back in the parking lot with Katie while our parents argued over coaching methods and *LOL*. You really have to listen in on these guys to get it.
.:trying to figure out what "play black/red/white" means, where the screen is, and what the heck keeps happening to those mysterious 4 points (which I *always* seem to miss...)
Other than that...I'm finally getting good enough at keeping track of the stats that I can appreciate the game. It's so much faster than the sports I play(ed) :P Still...kind of fun.
~E
Basketball game tonight, which I went to...so I have to add those stats. *makes a mental note* But, well, it was funny. The boys got *slaughtered* in the first half (oy vey, did they ever--especially in the first corner, because *wow* did they amass fouls then), and despite coming back in the second, they still lost. Four of the guys were missing (including the one my dad is convinced is the best--or at least smartest--player), and three of the ones who showed up fouled out (that is, they got 5 fouls, which means no more playing). Still, just...a whole bunch of things that were gigle-worthy.
Ie:
.:guy twice my size get fouled out, getting mad, and kicking the floor. Which squeaked. How very manly *g*
.:the fangirls...who were actually kind of annoying, but...#6 apparently garnered three fangirls, who kept screaming anytime he came *near* the ball. Now, granted, he is one of the top players (if a bit of a ball-hog, but he saved the game, so...shh), but it was just...haha. Although, annoying = screaming every time the play stopped, so I couldn't always catch who fouled. And, well, important. But fangirls are always interesting, no matter what you're doing :P
.:the coaches. I sit next to them throughout the game, and may I just say that they are *hilarious*? They both have a bit of a...temper on them, so every bad call or play results in them throwing themselves out of their chairs and going after the ref, or swearing and muttering together about how it was wrong or how that player should *not* be allowed to play or *** I'm so going to ****ing die if they keep this the **** up, etc, etc. And then they start bickering, and I'm back in the parking lot with Katie while our parents argued over coaching methods and *LOL*. You really have to listen in on these guys to get it.
.:trying to figure out what "play black/red/white" means, where the screen is, and what the heck keeps happening to those mysterious 4 points (which I *always* seem to miss...)
Other than that...I'm finally getting good enough at keeping track of the stats that I can appreciate the game. It's so much faster than the sports I play(ed) :P Still...kind of fun.
~E