Dorm Memories

Thanks to Truck, I couldn't stop thinking about my days in the old dorm. College of Charleston was the stop. Wentworth was the dorm. There were only two dorms that held young men at C. of C. College Lodge, a converted Holiday Inn, was the other. When we walked past it we would yell "WENTWORTH BITCHES! WHAT! WHAT!" And it was Charleston in the glory days, so it was near every bar, but alas (or thankfully) I was unable to get into those bars. I never had a fake ID and I didn't have a pert rack like Truck, so those bars were a distant foreign place to me. Luckily for me, my roommate was on the sailing team. The sailing team at Charleston was a lot like the lacrosse team at Duke. Only they were not racists, rapists, women-beaters, and, er I guess they were nothing like the Duke lacrosse team. They were, however, mostly rich kids from places where sailing was a high school sport, and they liked drinking. A LOT! My roommate was the perfect random roommate I could've hoped for. He was a loud kid from Minnesota. He wore shorts the entire year, even when it was 45 degrees outside. He had never had Mountain Dew and referred to it as "Dew". He fuckin' loved it. We had screaming contests. He thought I was going to be a black kid. Because of the phone conversions we had. I said I like basketball, hip-hop and I guess he assumed that coming from NC was another black point. He was so excited he told all his white friends in Minnetonka that he was gonna be rooming with a black kid. When he arrived I had a James Brown, an Ol' Dirty Bastard, and an Onyx poster on the wall. The look on his face when my pasty white ass was lying around without my shirt, listening to "Mad Lion", was priceless.

I developed a case of homesickness and insomnia was the symtoms. I slept roughly 4 hours a night and had no real adverse effect on me. I would randomly clean the room from time to time. I mean, go apeshit. I'd fold laundry, vacuum, fuckin' dust. I don't even dust now. When we moved out, we hid our dirty magazines in the ceiling tiles. The next year, on the first day of school, we called our old dorm room and asked the kids who moved in to give them back. The kid on the phone said they were not there. I remember to this very day, telling the kid, "You just made a powerful enemy, my friend."

I can only imagine that kid roaming around campus for the rest of the year thinking some deranged porn freak was going to beat him up. Classic.

My Final Four

So, my bracket was busted worse than Courtney Love this past week. Oh well! And with all ACC team well out of it (thank you George Mason), I started watching women's hoops last night. As you know, I loves me some female athletes. However in women's hoops they are few and far between. It becomes quite the game to find ones that are hot, but I found be a couple. I'll force my list to four:

1. Shanna Zolman She's on fire!
2. Ann Strother
3. Brynn Cameron Up yours Leinart!
4. Candace Parker Naperville repping shit! Look at that lil' smile. Adorable.

Also, USC must high an old Playboy photographer for their press photos. They all looked pretty damn good.

Fire! Fire! Put it out!

So, I get a message from a buddy of mine today saying that THE North Carolina State University should fire Herb Sendek and hire Bob Higgins. WHAT?! I could not believe my eyes. Bob "0% Graduation" Huggins. Bob "I Threw Up In My Car I Was So Bombed While Driving" Huggins. Bob "I Punched A Police Horse" Huggins. I liked the image he had while he was coaching at Cincinnati. He was a thug coach, coaching thug players. Danny Forston. Kenyon Martin. Nick Van Exel. Corie Blount. But, that was C-USA. C-USA was, and still is, a joke of a conference, made up of schools named after shitty cites (say that 10x fast), that do not compete year in and year out. And the raid by the Big East did it no favor. He could get away with that crap because the conference in a whole did not care. Now, my buddy thinks we should fire Herb and hire Huggins. Why you ask? Because two top 15 recruits said they would play wherever Huggins lands. Great! Then, I read that the two recruits are wing players. Now, I don't know if you watch NC State basketball at all this year (I know you didn't), but wing players on that team are a dime a baker's dozen (READ: Courtney Fells, Gavin Grant, Brandon Costner, and two more kids next year). Yeah, that is the answer to all of NC State problem (READ: biting sarcasm).

That always seems to be the quick fix answer to all of NC State fans' problems. Fire 'em. Amato? Fire 'em. Now Herb. However, you have to look at it from a more wise and economic persecuting. One, you fire a guy who has 4 years left on his current contract, then you have to pay him for another 4 years. This is not like fire the slow kid at the take-out window at Arby's. You still have to pay him after he is gone. On top of that you have to pay his replacement as well. In the ACC, that is a minimum of $80K. So, what you wind up with is an inexperienced coach while you pay for your old coach to drink himself out of depression (and that never works). Or you get a big wig coach and you have to pay him big bucks, while still paying your old coach for 4 years. My other qualm with firing as a final solution to the not winning national championship question is your new coach is not going to get what he wants the old players to do. It takes 3-4 years to get a team like he wants it. It is asinine to expect a massive turn around in one year. Carolina being the exception from last year, but in my defense I think anyone could've won a national title with four 1st round NBA picks, even Doherty. Don't sleep on FAU either, foos!

Duck Season, Rabbit Season...

Deer season, and now wedding season. So, in the next month I have two of my first friends in NC getting married. One is fixing to be a country club, awkward meetings of old high school friends kind of a wedding. The other, J-Biz's, will be a off to the magistrate kind of a wedding. However, despite their shortcomings, I will be doing this to someone. And, I'll be doing it a lot! So girls, watch your mothers and aunts, because I am going have Freaknik 2006 all up and on the dance floor.

Full Court Press

I did this in traffic court one time and I totally got a "Pray For Judgement". Hey, since it is NCAA Pool (aka "I-don't-gamble-on-college-sports-but-I-do-throw-$20-away-on-the-NCAA-Tourney-Pool-ever- year") Time, what's the over/under on Saddam will go all "Slobodan" and get the "wrong pills"?

So Long, Farewell...

Auf Wiedersehen, Brokeback Hippy. I wish thing could've been different. I mean, I barely even hung out with you. And your wife barely rubbed my thigh, uncomfortably, when we did hang out. So, just as an update, like Kotter, Annie, welcome back. Also, I put up a friend of a friend of mine's blog, San Greenspan. He puts the dot com in samgreenspan.com, or something. It ain't much but it is something. And that is much more than you can about Brokeback Hippy. I hope you can get that pickle out of your ass and come back some day.

Please don't go girl...

I miss B! I don't know what happened, but I miss my snarky lil' man in the sphere. If you are out there, please come home. Oh also, for all you fools who voted, P.O.T.Y. goes to TWO. It wasn't even close.