Last Friday I continued a long standing tradition of watching Indiana Pacers NBA playoff action by seeing them beat Cleveland 121-87 to set up the defining Game 7 of their first round duel with the LeBron James led (for now, anyway) Cavaliers. Having seen the Pacers franchise win multiple playoff games when they are the home team meant I wasn’t going to automatically go and throw down a few fifths or declare Victor Oladipo the king of pro hoops (that’s the job of a few select individuals at Pacers Digest who believe Oladipo does no wrong even if he shoots 2 for 15 from the field like he did in Cleveland’s 98-95 Game 5 win with the on cue LeBron buzzer beating three point shot). It meant me saying out loud ‘this is nice, but we’ll see what happens Game 7.’
Thanks to the reappearance of a member of the world famous Kardashian clan and a disappearing act from Larry Bird’s last lottery draft pick Myles Turner, yours truly got to spend his Sunday afternoon watching the end of another Pacers playoff run. While it probably wasn’t a shock to anyone in the Western Hemisphere because 1) LeBron plays for Cleveland and 2) the Pacers haven’t won a league championship of any sort since I was in diapers, nonetheless it was disappointing because nothing has really changed since I posted on the blog about last year’s first round Pacers playoff exit to the Cavaliers. And I might as well reference this quote because Khloe’s main man Thompson reminded me of it often while watching Turner do his worst to ensure it was 5 against 4 when he was on the court:
–Myles Turner has a long way to go before becoming the NBA All-Star the Pacers expect him to be. Turner was Tristan Thompson’s b—- the entire series. 12 points and 7 boards a game won’t cut it in big games. However there’s a half glass full/half glass empty dynamic involved. Half glass full is dude is only 21 and hasn’t reached full potential yet. Half glass empty is your NBA team is pretty s—-ty when your second best player is 21.
When I saw that Cavaliers coach Ty Lue decided to throw Thompson in the starting lineup, I immediately went ‘uh oh’ due in part to that previous quote. I then got to see the Pacers starting lineup stumble, bumble and fumble around to start the game as they quickly fell behind 31-19 and make Thompson look like a cross between prime Karl Malone on the court and former NBC fictional icon Sam Malone off the court. (While Thompson apparently may match Boston’s favorite baseball man turned bartender in doing well on the social scene, we’ll stick with his on-court wrecking of Turner’s game). While the Pacers admittedly got their heads out of their buttocks just enough to make the game semi-competitive before eventually losing to LeBron and Friends 105-101,nonetheless it was quite the sight to see Thompson dominating the offensive glass while making Turner again look like a pitiful excuse for an NBA starter. In fact it guaranteed that I spent the majority of the game wishing out loud that Turner would get the f— out of the building and allow someone else to at least look like they could try to do SOMETHING against a player who had only played 24 minutes in the previous six gameswhile being acknowledged around Cleveland fans as somewhat of an albatrossdue to his $18 million annual salary.
Thompson’s ending stat line as the Cavalier’s starting center for Game 7: 15 points (courtesy of 5 for 6 shooting from both the field and charity stripe, 10 rebounds, a steal, a blocked shot and only 2 fouls.
Turner? 8 points courtesy of three shots and five free throw attempts (all in the second half) to go with just four rebounds and six fouls ensuring that when the game was on the line he could help his squad best by riding the pine.
As dude who supposedly will be earning $30 million a year in future NBA campaigns DID NOT HAVE A SHOT ATTEMPT IN THE FIRST HALF, safe to say that I wasn’t real thrilled about Turner being a no-show when the season was on the line- especially with an opportunity for the Pacers to win back some fans that have been lost due to overpaying men who no longer play professional basketball for a living.
While some media men and die hard Pacers fans may scold me for not deifying a man who just finished his third year in the NBA, I will simply ask said scolding sons of Oladipo to click on this current link and answer this question: are these the statistics of a future world champion? Is this man the next Oscar Robertson? Better yet is dude even going to be the next Evan Turner(currently logging non-impact minutes in Portland after bouncing around the league, even he had a year where he averaged 17 points a game for the pre-Process version of the 76ers before his failed spring as a Pacers playoff performer). In this current Indiana version of Turner I see a dude who will just as likely fall asleep on the floor as he will get a double double like Thompson did on him this past Sunday. Turner’s tradition of scoring eight points every other game (he also did that in Game 3 and Game 5 of the seven game playoff series) is simply not enough for a team looking for a second offensive threat to get them 15 to 18 points a night. In its current format this Pacers team desperately needs to compliment the streaky shooting Oladipo; as Thaddeus Charles Young will always be Thaddeus Charles Young and Austin Croshere lookalikes are good for just one breakout game out of every seven, the Pacers needed Turner to not s–t the bed on Sunday.
If one wants to argue differently, have at it. But Turner and I have the same number of NBA All-Star appearances right now. Better yet my fat a– and Turner also share the number of NBA playoff series victories. As a result, I’m not ready to crown him as the modern day warrior of professional sport. It also made me quite weary of looking forward to dealing with Turner in the future because quite frankly I just don’t see anything resembling a star or a winning playoff performer at this point of time.
I’ll give current Pacers front office man Kevin Pritchard credit for this year’s squad being better than the one that lost to Cleveland in last year’s playoffs, but I also believe he has lots of work to do if he actually wants to bring home an NBA championship to Indianapolis. How he and coach Nate McMillan deal with Turner is going to be pretty damn crucial for this organization’s future both in the record books as well as in the Simon family’s pocketbooks.
Your move, Young Pritchard. Thankfully you’re not Larry Bird or Donnie Walsh, so there is hope.
Back with another Reaganomics era film review before class tonight……
THE FILM:Neil Simon’sBiloxi Blues
THE YEAR: 1988
THE STARS: Popular man of the 80’s Matthew Broderick headlines with popular Saturday Night Live mainstay of any decade Christopher Walken and popular with me in any decade Penelope Ann Miller. Former NBC sitcom belle Park Overall (Empty Nest) also dominates for a few minutes as the lady who gets the honor of officially being “the first” for Broderick’s character. Good for Broderick. Perhaps not so good signs for my high school social life when I remember watching Empty Nest on Saturday nights. After also remembering that the dude who played Joe Isuzu in those car commercials was also on said NBC show, probably best to move on.
THE PLOT: Based on Simon’s own time doing basic training in World War II, young Broderick’s Jerome character heads south to meet up with a man named Epstein (played by a dude named Corey Parker whom I’ve never heard about since) and gets to deal with a hard-ass sergeant (Walken) who makes life miserable while providing the soundboard for Broderick’s 80’s approved comedy. One hour and 46 minutes of said antics follows.
THE FIRST: Overall’s role in providing big band era Broderick a good time (all while Broderick rocks the combat boots) wasn’t the only first that came from this movie. Despite the fact that the man provides comedy in movies and TV alike, this was the first time I had ever seen a movie featuring one Christopher Walken. To show how things don’t always sink in right away, while at college number one (Transylvania University) yours truly went to see Wayne’s World at the dollar movies (admittedly one of the best things about being in Lexington, Kentucky at the time when you’re as cheap as I am) and did not realize that Wayne’s competition for the eternally hot Tia Carrere was none other than good old Walken. Finally figured it out a few years and few schools later. Good for me. Sure Walken will appreciate the dap.
FITZTHOUGHTS AND MEMORIES OF SAID FDR ERA FILM: Yours truly remembers going with classmate and neighbor King Shane Booker to see this film at the General Cinema theater inside Castleton Square Mall one weekend night in April 1988 (same location as where we went to see the subject of last week’s movie review) and being entertained by Broderick being Broderick. As dude was in the midst of being a star thanks to one of my favorite John Hughes 80’s vehicles, we knew who dude was and figured why the f— not despite not giving two s—s who Neil Simon was. One of the best comedies I had ever seen at the time as I laughed at pretty much everything that was on screen. While I probably won’t be able to distinguish Neil Simon from his fellow New York approved bros Simon and Garfunkel, I also will gladly throw this film out as the one movie of his that I would watch with no second thoughts or complaints. It’s also one of the films I most often remember from the Sonland High era as being worth the time and money to see. Makes it easy for yours truly to give it a 4 out of 4 rating on the Fitzthoughtsblog scale.
Thanks to any and all for reading this as yours truly now prepares for an evening of class. Hope to have another one of these next week if the term paper schedule permits it.
Continuing on with the weekly reviews as a Fitzthoughtsblog 80’s favorite is on deck:’
THE MOVIE: Big
THE YEAR: 1988
THE STARS: Tom Hanks takes center stage with a cast of semi-household names that include post-ScarfaceRobert Loggia, pre-WeedsElizabeth Perkins, the late John Heard and Jon Lovitz in his ‘oh, yeah, dude was in that’ film from my youth. Don’t blink or you’ll miss Kitty Forman of That 70’s Show (Debra Jo Rupp) as a secretary.
THE PLOT: A 13 year old kid in 80’s New Jersey wants to grow up. Said kid finds a fortune telling machine and wishes he was grown up. Said kid gets his wish and becomes Tom Hanks. With a wise-ass friend appearing at intervals making wisecracks and wearing a 80’s approved brown leather bomber jacket at all times, young Hanks rises up the corporate ladder as he goes from cubicle sitting with Lovitz to management and enjoying sweet relations with fellow executive Perkins…..who happens to be Heard’s ex. In the process Hanks gets a limo and rocks out to the sounds of Billy Idol in the New York night before turning back into a 13 year old kid to end the film. Simple enough.
THE WISE-ASS LITTLE S—: In my role as an armchair movie critic on this film, one annoying little s–t does his best to ruin the movie: Hanks’s boy Billy (played by Jared Rushton). Every few minutes Billy appears to do a wide variety of things ranging from straw fights to arranging housing to basically being, well, an annoying little s–t. Fortunately the Hanks character makes up for this by roaming in a new bachelor pad and enjoying some good times with Perkins (which my 15 year old self approved of since Perkins looked pretty good back then….but probably not much of a valued take since I also think she looks good now). As a result I had to look up the name of said annoying twat due to just remembering him mouth-breathing and wearing a dozen buttons on his leather coat while riding a dirt bike. And that will be enough of said little s–t.
FITZTHOUGHTS ON PRE-CASTAWAY HANKS FILM: Hanks had been introduced to me many years earlier thanks to our friends at HBO. One of his movies always seemed to be playing be it Volunteers, The Money Pit or long time personal favorite Splash (with the latter getting a big assist from Daryl Hannah being Daryl Hannah). Hence I was down to hit the Castleton Square Mall General Cinemas to watch Hanks rise from puberty to prince of the NYC during the summer of 1988, and the result was watching one of my all time favorite films of the decade. Also gave another quality HBO viewing option when 1989 rolled around.
While I have paid full admission to see some horrendous Tom Hanks movies, this fortunately was not one of them. Thanks to him (and obviously Perkins) this gets the obligatory 4 OUT OF 4 rating. Also reminds me that I’m getting pretty old. As is Hanks.
Thanks to any and all out in cyberspace who may read this as I look forward to writing another paper for class.
Saturday morning Fitzthoughts after wrapping up this week’s homework at the library:
-Not a good start to the Cincinnati Reds season thus far. In fact it’s the worst since the Eisenhower Administration. Even the typical sunshine boys of the Reds Zone message board are beginning to find fault with the way that the Reds ownership and front office structure have f—-d up via allowing Bryan Price to manage the club year after losing year after year. (Not to be found on said posts: their son Raisor. As mentioned previously I’ll just assume he feels that watching teams lose 83 percent of their games is the best way for him to be entertained and leave it at that. )
This typical Reds related garbage made me ponder if there would be any legitimate reason to expect them to try to put out a competitive on-field product in the next decade or so…..and it also made me wonder if it would be worth going to a game at Great American Ball Park in said next decade or so. The Reds website naturally didn’t put a pricing map on their 2018 stadium seating map so I just went online to said site and saw that they now have jacked up their upper deck left field bleachers section to ticket prices of $18 and $20. Granted today they’re playing the theoretical rival St. Louis Cardinals and there’s a bobble head doll giveaway….but yours truly says no to $20. And since the team is already sending me emails for half price ticket deals on ALL Sunday home games…..yeah, again no to $20.
Instead of ranting more about ticket prices I won’t pay and a team that won’t win, I’ll actually go back to a good memory involving fair prices and an actual winning Reds ball club…….a Sunday afternoon some five years ago where myself and fellow Morristown Football League (MFL) members went on our then annual “Reds Fest” to see the Reds beat the Nationals 6-3. Box score is here. I was able to see Johnny Cueto get the win, Aroldis Chapman get the save and Jay Bruce be productive by driving in three of the team’s six runs. (Better yet I was able to get EIGHT of those before mentioned upper deck left field bleacher seats for a combined total of $34.25 -tax included- on Stubhub.) To paraphrase Hollywood family film semi-icon O’Shea Jackson, it was a good day.
None of those previously three mentioned players are on the club anymore….and while Bruce did himself no favors with the bad years in 2014 and 2015 that led to his eventual departure, seeing the team let Cueto and Chapman go for virtually nothing and then seeing the two win World Series titles (Cueto with the Kansas City Royals, Chapman with the Chicago Cubs) was not particularly thrilling. Safe to say being asked to pay around $160 plus tax for those same eight seats doesn’t look too appealing. Then again neither does seeing the 2018 Reds AT ALL right now, so there’s that.
–Indiana Pacers playoffs start tomorrow afternoon with a familiar foe. Happiest family in the Circle City has to be the Simons as they get at least two gates worth of sellout playoff game money and maybe even a third courtesy of that LeBron James fellow being the opponent. It would be nice to see the Pacers actually BEAT a LeBron James team in a playoff series, but history has shown that to not be the case. Will see what happens as I plan on setting my schedule up tomorrow for watching said Game 1 at Cleveland. And since it’s LeBron that means I can watch it on free on ABC. Won’t argue with that.
-oh….had training for second job go through okay. It’s a temp deal which is fine with me because I always need the scratch. Tentative plan is to work 20 or so hours a week for the next 3 weeks, which will make things interesting considering I have two more school papers due in the next three weeks. Plan is to have next Saturday off specifically to write paper number one and then do the same two weeks later with paper number two (which will be the last for that class).
-Last but not least, Happy Birthday to me. Hence a link to a birthday related pic.
Back with another film from the decade of New Coke and Rubik’s Cubes…..
THE FILM: Can’t Buy Me Love
THE YEAR: 1987
THE STARS: The standout names are Patrick Dempsey in his first major starring role prior to his Grey’s Anatomy fame that was nearly two decades away; the late Amanda Peterson (who passed away in 2015); and of course none other than Entourage instigating icon Seth Green as Dempsey’s on and off again sidekick in the film. After that I had to do some digging to realize that the pink bow-tied guy in the above photo was the dude who played the rookie catcher in Major League II so one learns something new every day. I’ll assume the payroll wasn’t too high for this one.
THE PLOT: Dempsey is high school dude no one gives two f—-s about other than Green and a few of his fellow non-popular friends; Peterson is high school hot chick and as most popular chick is obviously in a different orbit from the likes of said Dempsey and Green because 1980’s U.S. high schools are like real life- full of cliques and general everyday b—s—t. And of course while both might as well be on different planets….of course they’re next door neighbors to each other. Reminds me of the Sonland High days where I had a hot chick that was popular as my neighbor, one Cortnea Lammers. (Not surprisingly, I once wrote about that.) I remembered Dempsey has a cool $1000 in his pocket; until looking back online for this I did NOT remember that Peterson has ruined an expensive $1000 suit of her mother’s at a party by getting wine spilled on it. (Of course it’s wine- it’s the 80’s so no cheap stuff.) Hence the awkward not-cool Dempsey rises to the occasion and proposes the deal to Peterson: be my girlfriend at school for x amount of time and you’ll get my $1000 to take care of the suit situation. Peterson accepts. Plot established and usual chicanery follows.
THEMES AND TIDBITS: I always remember bits and pieces of this film……like one of Peterson’s co-hot chicks noting Dempsey goes ‘from ultra geek to ultra sheik’ by supposedly dating Peterson…..and then saying the exact opposite after Dempsey gets thrown to the proverbial wolves when Peterson reveals the scheme to everyone and makes Dempsey an outcast until he wins everyone back on his side in the end because 80’s movie. There’s the theme song by the Fab Four in the introas Dempsey mows said lawn. And there’s the apparently annual prank played by future catcher in Major League II where he and his boys throw dog s–t at Green’s house each year….and Dempsey gets to be a part of said scam as a part of the YOU TURN BACK ON TRUE FRIENDS sub-plot of the story. But most of all I remembered Peterson being a hot chick….and not doing much of anything of note when it came to the acting thing after said movie was done. Her Wikipedia page lists no movie appearances after 1994 so that kind of confirmed that.
Also did not know before this blog post that the film was originally going to be called Boy Rents Girl or was the inspiration for a 2003 movie starring one Nick Cannon. Also forgot until re-reading Wiki that our pal Peterson is supposedly dating dude who was at the University of Iowa…..so I assume that individual wanted a complete change of scenery for his college years or screenwriters said ‘screw it, he’ll go to Iowa.’ So it was. (For a spoiler, college location of obscure mate mattered not a damn bit for the movie’s eventual 80’s approved happy ending.)
FITZTHOUGHTS ON SAID PATRICK DEMPSEY FILM: Back when they would always list the Top 20 video rentals, this film was always on it. Peterson looked like someone I would want to date in high school who I would never be able to date since I was five foot five and 200 plus pounds at the time…..so of course I said ‘yeah, I’ll rent the movie.’ Since I was a Beatles fan, I of course like the intro….and then as I watched the film it was like ‘yeah, this Dempsey’s like me if I was 100 pounds lighter and $1000 richer’ and so I finished the whole film and enjoyed it enough to where I always end up thinking about it whenever the media lectures about Grey’s Anatomy or when I hear Dempsey’s name mentioned. And hence it ended up being one of those I thought of when it came to the 80’s and high school.
I don’t know if I’d have paid full price to see it in the theaters, but it was perfectly acceptable entertainment for a night with the VCR back in the year that where Michael Dukakis was touted as our next Chief Executive. So no complaints as I follow my previous scale and give it a 3 out of 4 rating.
Hope to have another one of these next week with time permitting due to having my next paper due for school…..thanks to all who may read this and have a good weekend.
Random Fitzthoughts as I finally get around to posting again:
-since posting the recent 80’s Movie of the Week reviewI have had three consecutive days of homework, overtime/training on Saturday, an assignment possible work at home stuff for the next month (all depending on how things go the next two days after this post), a Friday walk with the dog in snowy Forest Park, and two orders of cheese sticks for under nine bucks thanks to both a Papa John’s coupon and an Indiana Pacers victory Thursday over depleted Golden State. The latter fed me for two days so no complaints there since I had not ordered anything from the Sonland City Papa John’s for a couple of years. Helps keep me on pace with my 2018 goal of dining at or ordering from a different place each week.
-Also good timing on my part since I wouldn’t have been able to use said coupon the rest of the weekend thanks to the Kevin Pritchard designed Pacers rolling over and playing dead in a 92-73 loss to media favorite Toronto on Friday night. It takes a shitty effort for a NBA team to score just 73 points in a 48 minute game, but not surprisingly the Pacers were up to the challenge. Also not surprisingly the man whom the local Indy sports media called the ‘glue’ to said Pacers-one Thaddeus Charles Young-continued to be his usual worthless self with a four point effort. To make matters worse Young allowed his fellow overpaid power forward Serge Ibaka to net 25 points on 10 for 13 shooting. Not exactly what you hope for from your second highest paid player on the squad; even worse in my view when you look at the fact that as listed on this link when I type thisYoung is not even in the top 30 efficient power forwards in the league….and since there’s 30 teams in the league, not good. Also not good-Ibaka was rated JUST ONE STEP HIGHER (#33 in the league) than said Young (#34). In other words….Young gives me lots of ammunition to consider him pretty worthless to the point of only earning pennies on the dollar of an astronomical NBA contract.
I can only assume at this point of time that this Young is one hell of a dude to party with; otherwise calling him an iconic NBA player matches up his play in equal worthlessness to me. Barring an actual Pacers playoff series win later in the spring, I see little reason to bring Young back unless the team actually likes to find non-creative ways to lose money and not compete for titles. Hope he proves me wrong and that Pritchard can find semi-coherent excuses to keep his bank account hefty; a win today against the Charlotte Hornets would be a good start towards doing that.
-did take advantage of the fact that I pay $9.99 a month for WWE Network (yes, among the many things that could be considered wrong with me includes being a lifelong pro wrestling fan, but it’s not like I’m out hitting the Playboy Mansion every night) by watching the last three matches of NXT Takeover. Hardcore wrestling fans get down with NXT and know it well as the WWE’s developmental program where younger wrestlers ply their trade before either becoming part of the WWE’s flagship Monday Night RAW or Tuesday SmackDown! television shows; better yet hardcore fans often prefer the NXT product as their choice wrestling to watch. I’ll simply comment that I enjoyed watching the main event performance between Johnny Gargano and Tommasso Ciampa as both guys brought their A game and had the fans at the arena going apes–t throughout their entire match. Got my money’s worth with Wrestlemania still yet to come later this evening.
-four weeks and one paper down, four weeks and two papers to go with said class.
-finally broke in the new Nike Air Max 90 shoes that I bought for myself around the holidays. Best shoes I’ve had in many a year.
-will again comment that I’ve enjoyed the relative peace and quiet of Sonland City thanks to two weeks of spring break in the Sonland schools. That will change tomorrow so I’ll need to be ready for more traffic.
-personal note-seven years ago this month my beloved dog Frannie passed away. As I posted a couple years ago on the @fitzthoughts Instagram account, Frannie proved to be very special and important to me during a time where I said ‘no’ to dead end jobs and ‘yes’ to returning to school and needed someone to help out on said change of plans. Walking Frannie each day helped me re-connect with a hometown that I hated when growing up; also helped me enjoy simple things like taking walks in area towns like Cicero and Atlanta or having family meals at the local Southside Park. It’s one of the main reasons I enjoy and value walking Sadie the Shithzu- those are good times.
Time to wrap things up….plan is to do at least one 80’s Movie of the Week review before the end of this week. Best wishes to all as April continues.
Back again with another Fitzthoughts favorite film from the 1980’s:
THE FILM: Brewster’s Millions
THE YEAR: 1985
THE STARS: Legendary late comedians Richard Pryor and John Candy handle the heavy lifting in a Pryor centered vehicle that includes Hume Cronyn, Pat Hingle and a pre-7th Heaven version of Stephen Collins as the heel attorney looking to cut said Pryor out of inheriting Cronyn’s millions.
THE PLOT: two minor league baseball players for New Jersey’s fictional Hackensack Bullsclub get into a brawl, hit the slammer, get bailed out and find that one of them (Pryor) has a rich deceased relative (Cronyn) whose passing on gives Pryor the opportunity to get $300 million if he can spend $30 million in 30 days. Hence Pryor gets to spend the next hour and a half finding creative ways to throw away the loot such as having his Bulls host the New York Yankees in an exhibition game; run for mayor of New York City; and (as pictured above) investing in icebergs. Candy wears a catcher’s mitt sized necklace and new suits while watching Pryor throw away the cash and Collins’s law firm looks to keep Brewster from gaining his new found fortune. Since it’s a 1980’s Pryor film made for families with Pryor throwing pitches instead of F-bombs, safe to say one will figure out if Pryor gets his inheritance.
DUDES RECOGNIZED AFTER THE FACT: besides not realizing for many years that future WB Network TV father figure icon Collins was the attorney in this, I also finally figured out that the little wise ass dude who wanders around imitating people throughout the film was none other than Candy approved wise ass Rick Moranis in his days before getting down in the Honey I Shrunk the Kids saga. Also didn’t know that this film was a modern version of a film previously done in 1945until this blog post was typed.
FITZTHOUGHTS ON SAID MOVIE: Saw this as a weekend matinee with the family to celebrate getting out of sixth grade for the summer of 1985 and my 12 year old self was hyped because I always saw Pryor and Candy films that I liked every day on HBO and figured the film would also be likable. I felt I was right then because it entertained me and still feel the same way three decades later as it has been one of those films that I would regularly watch anytime I saw it on cable (back when I admittedly wasn’t too cheap for it). It’s one of those deals where I liked Pryor, Candy and baseball…so Pryor and Candy as baseball players using Pryor’s new found cash flow to buy shiny new gear and play the New York Yankees for the fun of it was good enough for me both then and now. So safe to say it’s also a lifelong favorite.
Same simple ratings from last week in tact as I considered Brewster’s Millionsworth the time to see in the theater as a young stout Sonland City native and always have good memories of the film to this day. Hence no complaints it also giving it Pryor, Candy and company a rating of 4 out of 4.
Back later in the week with more Fitzthoughts as well as next week with another blast from my younger cinematic viewing past. Thanks to any and all who read this and best wishes.
Not often do I actually see an Indiana University affiliated sports team win a game that matters, so it’s nice to actually make a blog post to note I got to watch an IU team win a championship on Saturday evening.
Admittedly I never thought it would be the Hoosiers women’s basketball team, either.
Congrats to seniorsTyra Buss and Amanda Cahill for playing the whole 40 minutes in their last collegiate game as well as to the entire Indiana women’s hoops program for providing something I had not been able to do since I was in junior high school: watch an IU hoops team bring home a national title. NIT or no NIT, again it was nice to see.
Here’s hoping the program can use this to take things to the next level in the future while providing me with at least one happy IU sports related moment to enjoy.
Saturday afternoon at the Hamilton East Public Library-just submitted my latest paper for school, so good time to wish everyone out in Internet land Happy Easter with a GIF of my all-time favorite cartoon beagle: