The Sprouting Divot
January 6th, 2005, 02:00 AM
--Brandon Fuss-Cheatham is getting pretty old. I am especially mistrustful of men with hyphenated last names.
--The Wife Unit and I sat in front of the most annoying family ever tonight. Dad was a gigantic ogre, probably 6'5" and 280, and sounded like David Puddy from Seinfeld, except he managed to make Puddy seem erudite and astute. He spent most of the time saying "Look...........Look............Look" to his three whelps, presumably pointing to various things of interest to only him. At one point he became very animated trying to talk up how cool the little rotating projected O&B I circle logo was. I'm all for people new to basketball coming to games and getting interested in it all, but I have my limits. Mom didn't know what the shot clock was, so 8 year old son and dad explained to her that the team with the ball must score before it expires. Not that the ball must touch the iron, but that scoring must occur. 7 and 10 year old daughters spent every tOSU possession shouting either "Defensedefensedefense" or "steal it" in a loud shriek. Illinois possessions engendered a caterwaul of "shoot a three!", and tOSU free throws, the predictable "Miss it! Miss it! Miss it!......Oh yeah, I made him miss it!". Mom had a hard time not kicking both of us in the kidneys, even when politely asked to please try to keep it to a minimum. I know there isn't much legroom, but for a petite 5'5" woman, I think she could have done a better job at keeping her galoshes off of us. When Mandy the Baton Twirler made her first appearance, Dad rhetorically asked, "You know, who really cares about the baton twirler?" and then followed it up with "She's not even a student. Someone told me at a party that she's a 35 or 40 year old woman, and that's her job." I couldn't help turning around and making bewildered eye contact with him. He probably misinterpreted it somehow. 8 year old son wanted to go to sleep from about the 10 minute mark of the first half, and whined about it until halftime. I could go on, but my blood pressure is rising as it is. We moved at halftime. I hope they rot.
--Is there any good reason why, other than an obvious surplus, that the free t-shirts that the cheerleaders toss into the audience still aren't orange? Can't we donate the excess white shirts to some sort of charitable cause, and get with the program?
--I was impressed with the turnout. I'd say it was between 90 and 95% full, and 90 to 95% of those were in orange.
--I liked what I saw of the dance team.
--The roads were passable on the way to the game (only passed one car in the median), but on the way home on 74W we saw 10 wrecks/cars off the road, and got off at the first Mahomet exit to investigate an unusual flashing light that we first noticed from Mattis Ave., when preparing to get on to 72W. It looked like a transformer was blowing up every 5 or 10 seconds, and the flashes were 80% bluish-white, and 20% eerie green. We took a right at the Casey's, and eventually saw (from about a quarter mile in the dark, illuminated only by the pulsing bursts of light) a car smashed into a utility pole, with downed wires making the flashes. While we debated what was the proper thing to do, (there were several other cars full of confused and concerned curious rubberneckers) I noticed emergency vehicle lights coming up the road. A firetruck, a utility truck, an ambulance, a tow truck, and a couple of cops all rolled in. It was pretty surreal.
--There's a decent amount of ice in CU. It's nothing compared to the icestorm from the winter of 1990, but there's a lot of really saggy trees around. A branch that made up about 20% of the bulk of a fir tree in my Dad's yard broke off. Looks like my brother gets to play with the chainsaw...
--Could Kansas be any more of a paper tiger?
--The Wife Unit and I sat in front of the most annoying family ever tonight. Dad was a gigantic ogre, probably 6'5" and 280, and sounded like David Puddy from Seinfeld, except he managed to make Puddy seem erudite and astute. He spent most of the time saying "Look...........Look............Look" to his three whelps, presumably pointing to various things of interest to only him. At one point he became very animated trying to talk up how cool the little rotating projected O&B I circle logo was. I'm all for people new to basketball coming to games and getting interested in it all, but I have my limits. Mom didn't know what the shot clock was, so 8 year old son and dad explained to her that the team with the ball must score before it expires. Not that the ball must touch the iron, but that scoring must occur. 7 and 10 year old daughters spent every tOSU possession shouting either "Defensedefensedefense" or "steal it" in a loud shriek. Illinois possessions engendered a caterwaul of "shoot a three!", and tOSU free throws, the predictable "Miss it! Miss it! Miss it!......Oh yeah, I made him miss it!". Mom had a hard time not kicking both of us in the kidneys, even when politely asked to please try to keep it to a minimum. I know there isn't much legroom, but for a petite 5'5" woman, I think she could have done a better job at keeping her galoshes off of us. When Mandy the Baton Twirler made her first appearance, Dad rhetorically asked, "You know, who really cares about the baton twirler?" and then followed it up with "She's not even a student. Someone told me at a party that she's a 35 or 40 year old woman, and that's her job." I couldn't help turning around and making bewildered eye contact with him. He probably misinterpreted it somehow. 8 year old son wanted to go to sleep from about the 10 minute mark of the first half, and whined about it until halftime. I could go on, but my blood pressure is rising as it is. We moved at halftime. I hope they rot.
--Is there any good reason why, other than an obvious surplus, that the free t-shirts that the cheerleaders toss into the audience still aren't orange? Can't we donate the excess white shirts to some sort of charitable cause, and get with the program?
--I was impressed with the turnout. I'd say it was between 90 and 95% full, and 90 to 95% of those were in orange.
--I liked what I saw of the dance team.
--The roads were passable on the way to the game (only passed one car in the median), but on the way home on 74W we saw 10 wrecks/cars off the road, and got off at the first Mahomet exit to investigate an unusual flashing light that we first noticed from Mattis Ave., when preparing to get on to 72W. It looked like a transformer was blowing up every 5 or 10 seconds, and the flashes were 80% bluish-white, and 20% eerie green. We took a right at the Casey's, and eventually saw (from about a quarter mile in the dark, illuminated only by the pulsing bursts of light) a car smashed into a utility pole, with downed wires making the flashes. While we debated what was the proper thing to do, (there were several other cars full of confused and concerned curious rubberneckers) I noticed emergency vehicle lights coming up the road. A firetruck, a utility truck, an ambulance, a tow truck, and a couple of cops all rolled in. It was pretty surreal.
--There's a decent amount of ice in CU. It's nothing compared to the icestorm from the winter of 1990, but there's a lot of really saggy trees around. A branch that made up about 20% of the bulk of a fir tree in my Dad's yard broke off. Looks like my brother gets to play with the chainsaw...
--Could Kansas be any more of a paper tiger?