Tuesday, November 3, 2009

One Hall of a Weekend!

Dave and I have dedicated our entire lives to Seton Hall basketball. But I'm not sure there's ever been a weekend that's tested our devotion more than this last one. I'm happy to say we passed with flying colors -- big ups to Robin Cunningham!!

After 4 NJ Transit round trip tickets, a couple generous carpool sessions up and down So. Orange Ave -- you know who you are!! -- Dave and I spent practically every hour shuttling back and forth from Manhattan to our beloved "almost mater." And was it ever worth it!!

The weekend started on Sabbath evening as our Pirates took on a team from Carlton University in an exhibition game. At first glance, I thought I was better than most players on Carlton. But I quickly realized that their forward Kevin "Timothy Leary" McCleery had more creative pivot moves than an actual 60's groove piper. Still, our Pirates prevailed handily.

The first half was full of energy, as Harvey and Theodore played great up-tempo basketball. Pope also completely took over the game at certain times, and Stix brought intensity that Canada hadn't seen since the French Indian War. Bonjour, Monsieur STIX!!

The only scare came when Mel was discovered to have blood on his jersey, and had to leave the game. It was okay though -- he came out for the second half wearing a fresh, clean jersey (women's petite) with a new number, which means that he must have changed uniforms in the locker room with the rest of the players during Gonzo's halftime speech. Umm... sorry coach, what were you saying about half-court defense??

Then, as if that wasn't enough, we found ourselves back on campus on Sunday to watch a little blue-white scrimmage. Now, as a Jefferson Lakes Day Camp alumnus actuallus, I can tell you, I've participated in the blue-white scrimmage: it takes place on the final day of color war, and it involves throwing eggs at counselors. This, however, was much different.

The team went a little light on each other, but the talents still shone bright as ever. JROB put on a dunk contest of one, and Hall had some athletic plays. But possibly the best moment of the day came when RFS scored us some sick bracelets, and we snuck into the meet-the-team party.

As I was busy sampling various Cabot cheeses at a forlorn booth beside the Pirate Blue ticket desk (umm, in case you're wondering, horseradish cheddar by a mile) Dave was focused on cutting a line of tweens to win some sweet autographs. Probably the best moment was when JROB voiced his frustration that Stixie had signed in what he claimed was "his spot" on the poster. Comedian that he is, JROB then decided to pen his siggy right on Stix's face -- burn!!

So yes, this is a team with lots of talent, and yes, they're already fighting for their respective spots. But at least they have a sense of humor about it??

See you soon, SHU!!

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