I am a little behind on this post, but I have been sleep deprived and in basketball overload for a few weeks now.
Well, I don't think that 2 games could've ended in crazier, more exciting fashion than the UCLA v Gonzaga and Texas v West Virginia games did. It was probably some of the best basketball I have watched all year.
I will say though that the sight of Morrison on the floor in tears was a bit heartbreaking -- even if he helped knock out my favorite Musketeers in the first round -- I still felt bad for the kid. (I know that many a sports writer has debated the very punny "no crying in basketball" theory, but frankly, the kid is in college, he just lost a huge game in front of a lot of people, he is already a wee-bit emotional and he is probably spent. So he fell to the floor and cried. So what. I'd take that over ambivalence any day.)
Back to Morrision on the floor and in anguish...Nat and I kept wondering why no one would go help him off the floor. His teammates seem to be oblivious and far away. It was all very strange. However, skimming the next day's news, it seems that someone (Afflalo) did offer a helping hand -- it just didn't get shown in the replay...
And that one gesture is why, I love March Madness - for all its crazy upsets, amazing shots, fierce competition -- there is an underlying sportsmanship that is awesome.
And so I will continue to watch, depriving myself of sleep and my body of nutrition (damn bar food; damn beer)! , because it is the best sports competition there is...congrats UCLA, Texas, LSU, Memphis, Florida, George Mason (yes, I wrote George Mason), UConn, Villanova...see you in the next round.
Side Bar: I wrote this before the Saturday / Sunday games. I will say, the games just keep getting better. A final four in which none of the Number 1 Seeds made it? To Hell with my brackets! Go George Mason! Go Florida! Go LSU! Go UCLA. (I should mention that UCLA was the only one I actually picked correctly. Oh well. I am a Cubs fan and there is always next year!
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Thursday, March 02, 2006
Smart Girls Come with Chips...On Their Shoulders
I endured the lecture the other day from someone who didn't know me, but had me pegged -- at least in his mind. I confess that he was partially right. He said that I was jaded and that I had a thing against guys and that I could be vicious.
All of that is partially true. Really. I admit it. I am a bit jaded and I can be vicious at times. In my defense, it is my self-protect mode. Since I was 16, I was the girl that everyone told would be the good wife. (Of course, that means that no one that age ever wants to date you). I am the friend that everyone calls in the middle of the night. I make soup for you when you are sick. Hold your hair when you throw up (usually, because I am a sympathy-puker, I join in the fun). I am the reliable one. The responsible one. Which means that I am often not pursued at all. Which is frustrating, but mostly it is hurtful.
On a Saturday night, I am often the best damn wingman that you even seen, but other than being the diversion-ation, I am usually the one that makes sure we all get into cabs and get safely home. I have been trying lately to be the irresponsible one. I have stayed out too late. Drank too much. Flirted like a hussy. (Who doesn't love the word hussy?) Talked to guys. Tried to be the carefree, crazy type.
But, it’s not me and it’s not what I want. I like a cocktail with the best of them, but I would rather be on a couch, cuddling someone, with a fire going, a movie on and a dog at my feet. This sounds much better to me than a Jaeger-bomb and a noisy bar.
So, what’s a girl like me to do? I try to meet people, though I am a smidge gun-shy. I talk to people in different settings. Lately, I have tried talking to interesting guys and then allowing myself to be open to the possibility. (a.k.a, I have given my number out). I have gotten nibbles, but no bites. I have friends that can get a million first dates and I can’t seem to get the phone call. I’m pretty proud that I have at least attempted to be open to the possibilities. I acknowledge that I am still jaded with a chip on my shoulder. Really though, I just want someone to notice me and like me for who I am…not who they think I should be.
All of that is partially true. Really. I admit it. I am a bit jaded and I can be vicious at times. In my defense, it is my self-protect mode. Since I was 16, I was the girl that everyone told would be the good wife. (Of course, that means that no one that age ever wants to date you). I am the friend that everyone calls in the middle of the night. I make soup for you when you are sick. Hold your hair when you throw up (usually, because I am a sympathy-puker, I join in the fun). I am the reliable one. The responsible one. Which means that I am often not pursued at all. Which is frustrating, but mostly it is hurtful.
On a Saturday night, I am often the best damn wingman that you even seen, but other than being the diversion-ation, I am usually the one that makes sure we all get into cabs and get safely home. I have been trying lately to be the irresponsible one. I have stayed out too late. Drank too much. Flirted like a hussy. (Who doesn't love the word hussy?) Talked to guys. Tried to be the carefree, crazy type.
But, it’s not me and it’s not what I want. I like a cocktail with the best of them, but I would rather be on a couch, cuddling someone, with a fire going, a movie on and a dog at my feet. This sounds much better to me than a Jaeger-bomb and a noisy bar.
So, what’s a girl like me to do? I try to meet people, though I am a smidge gun-shy. I talk to people in different settings. Lately, I have tried talking to interesting guys and then allowing myself to be open to the possibility. (a.k.a, I have given my number out). I have gotten nibbles, but no bites. I have friends that can get a million first dates and I can’t seem to get the phone call. I’m pretty proud that I have at least attempted to be open to the possibilities. I acknowledge that I am still jaded with a chip on my shoulder. Really though, I just want someone to notice me and like me for who I am…not who they think I should be.
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