Wednesday, March 26, 2008

thank you, stephen curry

as i mentioned, we(jordan, charles, laura and i) spent last weekend holed up in the crib watching copious amounts of college basketball. we put up a serious showing. with the exception of the games that cbs pre-empted for stupid shit like news, and a few games that took place while we were eating ourselves into a steak coma, we caught just about everything.

we laughed, we cried, we cursed nike for those 'my better is better than your better' commercials. we prayed for demarcus nelson to stop choking long enough to help duke move past the second round. we had a long, philosophical discussion about duke's practice of recruiting what were referred to as "bitches." we watched all the overtime action in tampa and were crazy envious of all those silly floridians who got lucky and were treated to one of the most exciting days in tournament history(at least on one court.)

we talked shit about tyler hansborough and wondered why he can't ever seem to breathe through his nose. we made fun of adam morrison, who is in desperate need of a haircut, and who looked positively homicidal as he watched the gonzaga hackey sacks lose in the first round to davidson.

and then, there is davidson.

ah, march madness. charles put it so well when he called them the perfect march madness story. they have everything a great march madness story should have: they are improbable contenders from a mid-major program(um, i think those guys at espn have a term... snow white? sleeping beauty? CINDERELLA. that's it) who were already riding high on a 22- game winning streak when they took the court on friday, and at the center of the hype is an undersized sophomore who drills threes with ease and put up 40 points in the gonzaga game, effectively and very literally(when they were celebrating, anyhow) carrying the team.

when stephen curry's 3-pointers really started falling in the second half, he would run back down the court after each one looking entirely unaffected. however, every so often after a big play the camera would catch him bouncing around and high-fiving and mid-air-chest-bumping(do we have a term for this yet?) his teammates with an enormous grin, looking like a ten-year-old who just gotten off the greatest rollercoaster in the world, met up with his friends and was about to head back for more.



dude. how's middle school?



have i mentioned that stephen curry is adorable? he looks barely old enough to be playing jv ball, let alone single-handedly winning games against georgetown in the ncaa tournament. it's awesome. his jumper, as everyone and their mom(even his, probably) has pointed out over the past few days, is absolutely pure: a beautiful stroke(sports illustrated termed it "elegant") that looks both effortless and masterful, as well as deadly. it's one of those things... for these few weeks, it doesn't get any better.
money in the bank.

and then there's his mom, crying, laughing, jumping up and down on the sidelines as she watches her son make tournament history. his dad, former nba star del curry, a virginia tech alum (charles williams almost lost his mind the other night when the commentator announced that virginia tech had screwed up recruiting curry, refusing him a scholarship, which led him to seek out davidson) watching proudly. at one point, curry pointed to his dad after a big shot, something ol' pops used to do to his own father when he played. awwwwwwwwwwwwww!


this friday at 7:10pm, davidson will tip off against wisconsin, and i have no plans but to be in front of my giant new television waiting to see what this kid will do next.

march madness rules.

Monday, March 24, 2008

march madness, in more ways than one.

i have been so busy, and then i went and screwed around with my blog and messed it all up(as you may have witnessed if you have checked it out anytime in the last month or so.) and i just haven't had the energy to fix it lately, or the energy to catch up on my posts, although i don't know what i would be catching up to, really... if shit happens in my life and i don't blog about it, does it really happen? of course.

in a quick rundown, here is what i have been spending my time on as of late:

-march madness. lots of it.
-fantasy baseball. i had a stupendous draft. ask about it.
-tutoring. it is interesting and engaging and i like it very much.
-school. ditto.
-halo 3. i finally succumbed to the draw of the x-box 360, and now i am a full-on halo nerd just like my beloved boyfriend, charles williams, aka mechahedron. it's actually really enjoyable, and a great stress release(although it can also be a source of stress... hmmmm...)

here is a screenshot of me slicing some dude in the face with the power sword. bad ass.

-visitors. jordan and laura were in town this past weekend, for college bball, cuervo, new television and other tourist attractions...
-shaela rose. apparently she is walking now, and doing her own taxes. or something like that. here is a picture of her hanging with her uncle charles...
shaela knows that the best bang for the buck is the 16oz. from the bodega on the corner.

don't worry guys, this time kels was around for our corruption of her beloved child. this isn't like the time we put her in the laundry hamper.

i think that brings me almost up to speed. that's most of the important stuff anyhow. i am so sure that davidson is going all the way in the ncaa tourney... especially since it will fuck my bracket all to hell, which naturally is the way that always goes. but i will be happy if they pull it off... can't wait for saturday!

finally, i want to give mad love to my favoritest bowling ball, my sweet, loving, wonderful, troop-a-loop... we miss you so much and will forever... i am so glad we got to know you, even if it was only for a short while. xo xo xo xo xo xo