Posts tagged basketball

scenes-from-my-hood:

oh tar heels, this was a tough game against a team that is bigger (and objectively better) than you in their home state.  and you lost.  but you played respectably and you turned around what started as a disastrous season and i can’t wait for next year.

[what she said.]

well that was painful.

in related news, this little space on the internet is now cheering exclusively for syracuse.

[I’ll take it.]

[I’ll take it.]

[all argyle, all the time.]

[all argyle, all the time.]

One Fine Day: Go to Hell Duke.

in prep for the wednesday night game, I wanted to put this here. so you all can be prepared. (c/o onefinedayinjuly)

1. This is Why Duke Sucks, the YouTube classic. (my dad is obsessed with this video. Every so often he’ll just watch it and rap along. It just cheers him up. Lolz)

2. Cameron Indoor Stadium, aka the “hellish hive of vituperation posing as wit.” Thank you Will Blythe for that lovely turn of phrase. I actually went to a Duke-Maryland game once— I was smuggled into the Cameron Crazy section by a dude I was dating (don’t ask). It is impressively hellish and vitriolic. They pass out instructions on what to chant and areas of vulnerability of their opponents to exploit. Leading me to…

3. They made fun of someone whose grandma just died. As Luda says, ‘how low can you go?’

4. “Why I Hate Duke,” the classic 1990 column by Ian Williams. 

5. They made Tyler bleed. Still not over this one.

[jimmy v classic]
true confession tuesday: I cheered for nc state.
on a related note, a small piece of my soul died tonight.

[jimmy v classic]

true confession tuesday: I cheered for nc state.

on a related note, a small piece of my soul died tonight.

[a duke alum once called this shirt pretentious. jealous much?]

yoga + unc/indiana. a pretty good night.

[a duke alum once called this shirt pretentious. jealous much?]

yoga + unc/indiana. a pretty good night.

jimmy valvano | 1993 espy speech

we hug, we kiss, we love.
and when people say to me, how do you get through life or each day,
it’s the same thing. to me, there are three things we all should do every day …

number 1 is laugh, you should laugh everyday.
number 2 is think, you should spend some time in thought.
and number 3 is you should have your emotions moved to tears. could be happiness or joy.
but think about it, if you laugh, you think, you cry, that’s a full day. that’s a heck of a day.

[this weekend I picked up tickets to the jimmy v. men’s basketball classic. december 4th. pretty exciting.]

today:
listening to the rain and watching mad men.
run through fog, lots of taking it all in.
local dive, sam adams winter, hoodie and sneakers and freshly showered wet hair.
is there anything better than college basketball? (thoughts: baylor’s uniforms are pretty sweet. xavier may not lose this game.)
trying to figure out what one wears when the options for the night are either a club or the hipster-iest part of the city. (mocs and a little black dress…?)
looking forward to a really fun night.

The Legacy of Wes Leonard

[I wish I could write like this. if this is not one of the most beautifully written introductions, I don’t know what is. and yes, I did sob through the entire article.]

After the autopsy, when the doctor found white blossoms of scar tissue on Wes Leonard’s heart, he guessed they had been secretly building there for several months. That would mean Wes’s heart was slowly breaking throughout the Fennville Blackhawks’ 2010-11 regular season, when he led them in scoring and the team won 20 games without a loss.

It would mean his heart was already moving toward electrical meltdown in December, when he scored 26 on Decatur with that big left shoulder clearing a path to the hoop. It would mean his heart swelled and weakened all through January (25 against Hopkins, 33 against Martin) even as it pumped enough blood to fill at least 10 swimming pools.

This heart pounded two million times in February, probably more, heaving under its own weight, propelling Wes’s 6’2”, 230-pound frame along the glimmering hardwood with such precision and force that finally a kid from Hartford gave up on the rules and tackled him in the lane. By March 3, the night of Wes’s last and most glorious game, his heart weighed 21½ ounces, double the weight of a normal heart, and it gave him all he needed from the opening tip to the final buzzer. Then the wiring failed, the current going as jagged as a thunderbolt, and Wes fell to the floor with his big heart quivering.”

loafersansocks:

Larry Who?

loafersansocks:

Larry Who?