So I'm deeply apologetic about the lack of updates onto the blog. This time, there isn't really an excuse. I was just way too lazy to bust out my computer and give my dedicated fans thrity minutes of my time so they can have a lifetime full of memories. So I apologize for my lack of dedication to his blog; you deserve better. I, however, do not apologize to those people who left our game against Nebraska early. I witnessed droves of people headed for the gates Sunday with less than a minute to go and the competition no more than a six point game. Unacceptable. By the time you get to the car and get settled and rev the engine, the game has probably ended and there's bound to be people who happened to park in front of you in the parking garage, so therefore there is bound to be some people who watched the end of the game and got to their car before you even started your car even though you left early. This means that you basically will not get the head start on traffic that you anticipated because there is always bound to be people who parked much closer to the exit than you did. Therefore, quit leaving games early. It does nobody any good.
As most of you probably know, we struggled at the Old Spice Classic in Orlando. No, like we struggled. As in Eighth Place struggled. Dead last. Yikes. We lost a heartbreaker in overtime to Michigan, got blown out by Xavier, and lost to Iona in the ever so inspirational Seventh Place game. My awesome Thanksgiving of doing nothing suddenly morphed into school combined with hellish practices. Practice ended up not being as hard as I had thought, and we started to focus on getting out of a 2-4 slump and gearing up for my former runnin' mates, Nebraska. Scout team was a breath of fresh air for me. I remembered the old motion offense well and most of the sets so I just went out and played ball. Fun times.
The day of the game was pretty fun for me as I got to see and talk to all the managers I was friendly with and all the assistant coaches and whatnot from Nebraska. It was definitely good to see all those guys again. Then the game got rolling and The Klawson (Kenny's license plate is KLAWSON) had himself a Klawsome game (I'm sorry that was terrible). 25 points and ten boards for the big fella as we ended up handing the children of corn a 67 61 defeat at the Qwest. Surprisingly, the game wasn't even sold out, but I'm sure Husker fans were still feeling the effects of Hunter Lawrence's game-winning field goal and were drinking themselves away in the abyss of a Jerry Jones restaurant in the middle of the Dallas airport. (For the record, I'm a Husker football fan and was deeply disappointed in the outcome of that game. For those of you diehard Jays fans, if that makes me a "Jaysker," as you guys like to call them, then so be it. Until Creighton brings out the helmets and quarterback sleeves from the depths of the basement in the Old Gym, I will continue to be a Husker football fan).
Not the Old Spice Classic, not our win over Nebraska, not the dramatic Texas win over Nebraska in the Big XII Championship; no, the most interesting and intriguing thing to happen to me in the last two weeks was a prank phone call from...you guessed it: Dana Altman. I discussed this two posts ago about the BlackBerry application and the prank phone calls to Kenny that would show up as Coach Altman's number. Well, Coach Altman striked again over Thanksgiving. I received a call from him around roughly 12:30 a.m. and knowing this vulgar and irresponsible activity much too well, did not answer. A voicemail was left and said, "Hey ross, Coach Altman here. Uh just wanted to tell you to tuck your ****** string in. Happy Thanksgiving." For those of you left bewildered as to what that means, well, Coach Altman's pet peeve is if your string is untucked on your practice shorts. No, I'm not joking. Casey Harriman is quoted as saying, "It bothers me that it bothers him so much." Me too, Casey, me too. Although it was absolutely hysterical, I did not appreciate the prank call and am still somewhat, sorta looking for the culprits even though I have a strong vibe I already know they are. But I will press on.
Finally, I'll end this lengthy post with a gem of a Josh Jones quote. In World Literature class last week, our professor, Fr. Kestermeier posed the question as to what a gurdle was. Josh proceeded to raise his hand and said, and I quote, "Uh yeah, in my personal opinion, I think a gurdle is worn by girls that got a lotta bootydo." The entire class beffudled as to what the term "bootydo" meant, Josh explained that, "bootydo mean that she got more stomach than her booty do." I couldn't make this up if I tried. So to all of those women out there wearing gurdles because of their "bootydo"...Simple Plays, ladies, simple plays.
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