Let's Go L'ville

Girls basketball is usually overlooked; there was nobody at the Oklahoma game yesterday, which really demoralizes women's basketball, and it shouldn't. The Louisville Oklahoma game last night was great, the Oklahoma senior is going to return her scholarship; that really mixed it up. Plus, no one is dunking over anybody, no one has absolute command over the game in that sense; they play real basketball. So on Tuesday, root for the underdog Louisville to upset undefeated UConn. Don't forget to tune in because it will be a great game, guaranteed.

Michigan State is Green Too

After Notre Dame's disappointing loss in the NIT (Not In the tournament Tournament) semi-final, I was forced to turn back to the NCAA Tournament.
When you are paying attention so much to your bracket and the non-calls on Tyler Hansbrough, it's easy to miss the overall effect sports has on the rest of the country. The poor slipping economic health of Detroit slipped my mind in all the Final Four hype, and now that Michigan State is in the finals, the city is experiencing a shock wave of energy. The whole city is electrified and college basketball might be able to lift the hearts of the Motor City. The Spartans might be the ones bailing people out tomorrow, and for the city's sake, I hope State can pull out over the favored Tar Heels. A college has the chance to re-vitalize a city just as the Saints had attempted to do to New Orleans after Katrina. Coach Izzo, America is pulling for you, make it happen tomorrow.

Bad Luck

I am still teary-eyed after Notre Dame lost the NIT semi-final to Penn State. I haven't been to the Garden in a long time and I probably won't see as many white shirts in one place ever again. As the Baylor game came to a close, I noticed that Leprechaun Legion had not shown up, which I was especially angry about because they were half the reason I went to the game. But Baylor left the court and a chant started to echo throughout the legendary arena, and it was not "Let's go Irish". "We are... Penn State!" rang through my ears more intensely than anything I had ever heard in my life. I guess it was more frustrating for me because no one in the stands was as enthusiastic for the Irish as I was, and Penn State crazies drowned me out like a row boat in a hurricane. The Penn State crazies simply came to play, and Leprechaun Legion had not. Where were you guys! We needed you! I guess I'll hope to see you next year at the Big East Tournament or if they play Seton Hall, or some other local team. And good luck to A.J. Pollock and the baseball team. You don't come to Jersey this year, but I am sure that you will go far in the NCAA tournament, hopefully I will have to blog soon about Omaha.

Lets Go Irish

"Harangody backs into a defender. Fakes right, hook shot he scores and that's 7 for the big man!" I was going nuts! I was in my house jumping up and down and screaming the long droning "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" When the Irish were taking it back up court, the Leprechaun Legion and I were synonymously screaming, "Go... Irish go go." The Notre Dame Fighting Irish are going to the NIT semi-finals in Madison Square Garden. I have rearranged my blog layout to match those of the Leprechaun Legion. I shot a fake basketball in gym and thought I was Kyle McAlarney shooting a three. I am going to the Garden on Monday night. It is a nine-o'clock game and I am intending to buy a 06'-07' Leprechaun Legion shirt on ebay. I can only hope that the shirt gets to my house in time for Monday. I'm planning on painting myself green and gold. If any Leprechaun Legion member who might be reading this, it would be much appreciated if you could get me into the section because I am a huge Notre Dame fan and we can talk about how Calle Riddewall and the Irish ripped apart Bemidji State on Saturday. So Go Irish Go, Go and Luke, if you are reading this and taking a break from being the most awesome person alive right now, tied with Bob Dylan, Endy Chavez, and Rob McElhenney, I just want to say that I love you and I hope that you rip apart the Nittany Lions on Monday. I'll be watching.

Curveball

Today I'm going to mix it up. Instead of writing about sports, I have decided to talk about something else. If you are not familiar with my personal likes, my favorite artist is Bob Dylan, my favorite team is the New York Mets, and my favorite t.v. show is It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia. Outrage met my eyes this weekend. Now generally, I do not like horror films, but I was out at a party on Saturday and I watched a movie called The Strangers. It was kind of scary, but the end was so dumb; I won't give it away, but save yourself a couple of hours. But this is beside the point. During the movie, a dating couple is trapped inside the house getting terrorized by these masked strangers. The man, James, called his brother earlier, and he shows up as they search for a shotgun in the closet. The brother Mike, turns out to be Glenn Howerton who plays Dennis in Sunny. As he is walking in the house looking for Jimmy James, I am flipping out, saying "Oh my god it's Dennis! From It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia!" So while I'm going crazy rambling about the show, the stupid writers had him killed after a mere 30 seconds on camera! I was furious. "How could they kill Dennis?!" And I continued to ruin the movie for everyone.

The Mets are the Worst Baseball Team Ever

Yes I have been away from my blog for a long time, but I'm back. While I was away on summer vacation, a lot of things happened in the sports world: The Mets bounced back, the Jets got Brett Favre, the Patriots lost Tom Brady, the Devils got Mattias Tallenby (Stanley Cup '09), Michael Phelps won eight gold medals, Tiger Woods went on Injured Reserve after further knee discomfort after winning the U.S. Open, Roger Federer fell to number two in the world, Dallas Cowboy cornerback Adam Jones asked not to be called "Pacman" Jones any more, Aarron Rogers is starting his legacy at Green Bay, along with Jimmy Clausen at Notre Dame, and the Mets led by 3 games in the division on September 12, and then lost even the wild card by the end of the season, what else is new?
That is what this blog is about, how bad the Mets can be, how disappointing they are, and how Mets fans' relationship with their favorite team needs to be analyzed by Dr. Phil. Unfortunately, I was at the last game at Shea Stadium. Going into the game, I showed that I was confident in the New York Metropolitans, but on the inside, I was frightened for my life. That's how the ferry-ride over was, marked by nervous chit-chat. If I had a choice, I don't think I would even take the tickets to see the last game at Shea ever again. It's hard to say that I could go watch another Mets game in my life. When a team lets you down like that in back to back seasons, it is hard to put that Endy Chavez (best player on the team) jersey back on and root for them. At least Chicago has just been bad for the last century, not just a team of empty promises.