[carolina @ nc state, 02.22.06]
heading down the home stretch of the college basketball season, here's what teams need to do to have a shot at winning it all: stay healthy; know what they want, set their teeth in a goal and stick to it like a terrier on a rat; always play like they're five points down; play a solid in-out offensive game; work a solid full-court press, and know how to break one; have at least three defensive schemes up their sleeves.
plus, you know, have a lot of fucking luck.
teams that will make a lot of trouble in the tournament if they actually get bids: syracuse, loyola marymount, virginia, carolina, southern illinois.
and if i had to predict this year's national champion, right now? villanova. hands down.
this turned out to be more of a running commentary than coherent thoughts. just fyi.
derailed by a delightful phone call from serialkarma, i realized that i had forgotten to put the lucky sweatshirt on - five minutes into the game. possibly i accidentally flashed my neighbors, ripping off my t-shirt and jamming the sweatshirt over my head. um. hi, neighbors, i hope you enjoyed my tits?
... okay, this has nothing to do with basketball, but i just went to make myself a jack & coke, and there's shitty gin in my freezer! i guess pru left it here. huh.
i am completely irrationally annoyed that nc state does not have their names on the backs of their jerseys. OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK, HERB. HOW CAN I TELL YOUR THUGS APART WITHOUT THEIR NAMES ON THEIR JERSEYS?
dude, also, as long as we're playing state, i have to share the best thing resmin has ever sent me. the following image has not been photoshopped; this is actually a picture of herb sendek and engin atsur illian evtimov taken by a press photographer:
OH HERB. HERB, WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THIS PHOTO? SERIOUSLY. I HAVE TO KNOW. okay, here's a question: why does herb sendek make me want to shout? i have no idea.
dear wes miller: seriously, i could rock your world in ways you can't even imagine. why won't you caaaaall me? love, min. p.s. shooting like that is not going to get me to stop lusting after you, it is just going to make the mashing your face into my tits urge WORSE. p.p.s. please don't stop, i love three pointers.
dear reyshawn: my mother thinks we should have babies. what do you say? love, min
txt from onthecontrary: i can't pick unc because i must be different but your scrappy white boys are stealing my heart. DAMN RIGHT THEY ARE.
halftime: ... seriously, this is the carolina team we saw at kentucky in december and haven't seen since. suffocating defense - what looks like a shifting zone, possibly a box and one (!!!!!!!!!) (my love for the box-and-one cannot be textually rendered, okay?) on atsur - and hot on the three pointers and david noel, where have you been all season, honestly? i love my scrappy white boys and my future baby daddy and the colonel and danny&marcus and DAVID.
point for herb sendek: recruits highly hilarious names. illian evtimov! engin atsur! INHERENT COMEDY, OKAY? ATSUR.
god, i love the running game. i love that this team can run, this team could run last year's champs off the fucking floor. that team had them beat hands down on talent, but this team can run and this team has a hell of a lot to prove, and i just. *hands* the '93 champs are my all time favorite carolina team ever, but this team is so fucking close to that, you can't even know. all these skinny little boys, who can't even buy beer (TYLER! I WILL BUY YOU BEER IF YOU WANT IT!), playing their guts out every game. breaks my heart into tiny pieces.
i'm glad raycom/jp doesn't do that whole HERE IS TYLER HANSBROUGH'S POV FROM THE CAMERA thing like espn and abc, but the whole slow pull-in to the court after a time out kind of irritates me more.
tyler should shoot more three pointers. ... what? i'm just saying, i find it hilarious. i enjoy great technical basketball as much as the next person, i just also enjoy big men flinging up ill-advised three point attempts, it's funny.
more txt messages from keri, in response to a txt about wanting to do illegal things to wes miller: and hardly faultable, jesus. where is my skillet to make big t another breakfast?
BOBBY. YOU SHOULD BE VERY EMBARRASSED BY THAT AIRBALL YOU JUST THREW UP.
so. sole possession of third place in the acc with three games left. not bad for a team they were generously predicting as a tie for seventh, eh?
plus, you know, have a lot of fucking luck.
teams that will make a lot of trouble in the tournament if they actually get bids: syracuse, loyola marymount, virginia, carolina, southern illinois.
and if i had to predict this year's national champion, right now? villanova. hands down.
this turned out to be more of a running commentary than coherent thoughts. just fyi.
derailed by a delightful phone call from serialkarma, i realized that i had forgotten to put the lucky sweatshirt on - five minutes into the game. possibly i accidentally flashed my neighbors, ripping off my t-shirt and jamming the sweatshirt over my head. um. hi, neighbors, i hope you enjoyed my tits?
... okay, this has nothing to do with basketball, but i just went to make myself a jack & coke, and there's shitty gin in my freezer! i guess pru left it here. huh.
i am completely irrationally annoyed that nc state does not have their names on the backs of their jerseys. OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK, HERB. HOW CAN I TELL YOUR THUGS APART WITHOUT THEIR NAMES ON THEIR JERSEYS?
dude, also, as long as we're playing state, i have to share the best thing resmin has ever sent me. the following image has not been photoshopped; this is actually a picture of herb sendek and engin atsur illian evtimov taken by a press photographer:
OH HERB. HERB, WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THIS PHOTO? SERIOUSLY. I HAVE TO KNOW. okay, here's a question: why does herb sendek make me want to shout? i have no idea.
dear wes miller: seriously, i could rock your world in ways you can't even imagine. why won't you caaaaall me? love, min. p.s. shooting like that is not going to get me to stop lusting after you, it is just going to make the mashing your face into my tits urge WORSE. p.p.s. please don't stop, i love three pointers.
dear reyshawn: my mother thinks we should have babies. what do you say? love, min
txt from onthecontrary: i can't pick unc because i must be different but your scrappy white boys are stealing my heart. DAMN RIGHT THEY ARE.
halftime: ... seriously, this is the carolina team we saw at kentucky in december and haven't seen since. suffocating defense - what looks like a shifting zone, possibly a box and one (!!!!!!!!!) (my love for the box-and-one cannot be textually rendered, okay?) on atsur - and hot on the three pointers and david noel, where have you been all season, honestly? i love my scrappy white boys and my future baby daddy and the colonel and danny&marcus and DAVID.
point for herb sendek: recruits highly hilarious names. illian evtimov! engin atsur! INHERENT COMEDY, OKAY? ATSUR.
god, i love the running game. i love that this team can run, this team could run last year's champs off the fucking floor. that team had them beat hands down on talent, but this team can run and this team has a hell of a lot to prove, and i just. *hands* the '93 champs are my all time favorite carolina team ever, but this team is so fucking close to that, you can't even know. all these skinny little boys, who can't even buy beer (TYLER! I WILL BUY YOU BEER IF YOU WANT IT!), playing their guts out every game. breaks my heart into tiny pieces.
i'm glad raycom/jp doesn't do that whole HERE IS TYLER HANSBROUGH'S POV FROM THE CAMERA thing like espn and abc, but the whole slow pull-in to the court after a time out kind of irritates me more.
tyler should shoot more three pointers. ... what? i'm just saying, i find it hilarious. i enjoy great technical basketball as much as the next person, i just also enjoy big men flinging up ill-advised three point attempts, it's funny.
more txt messages from keri, in response to a txt about wanting to do illegal things to wes miller: and hardly faultable, jesus. where is my skillet to make big t another breakfast?
BOBBY. YOU SHOULD BE VERY EMBARRASSED BY THAT AIRBALL YOU JUST THREW UP.
so. sole possession of third place in the acc with three games left. not bad for a team they were generously predicting as a tie for seventh, eh?