Lousyville head coach Pricktino -- the Imperial Wizard of the #1 team in The Land -- ordered his players to watch the play-in game -- and, when it was over, he instructed them to get their minds right for Morehead.
A little later, many of those players spent a school night (unless it's Spring Break, I dunno) gettin' themselves more head.
'Cuz that's what play-yuhz on a new #1 team be doin'.
Gettin' more head.
Yes-indeedee ... Phil Simms U. dispatched that program (Alabama State) which we hope we never hear from again -- unless, of course, instead of a player named Grlenntys Chief Kickingtstallionsims, 'Bama State lands a recruit named Lieutenantcolonel Thrashinghammerheadjones, III.
As it was, Chief BirminghamstallionsofthedefunctUSFL didn't do much with his 7-foot-1 frame (0-3 FG, 2 rebs., 3 blk., 0 pts.) -- and Menji Mundadi wasn't much help (2 shots, both 3's, missed 'em both) in one of the worst rec-league games ever televised (despite Pusburger's 40 yrs. in broadcasting and Erin Andrews' 36-C's).
It might've been worth a hearty chuckle if a dozen MSU fans had circled Erin and began a chant of "MORE HEAD! MORE HEAD!" -- justifying their behaviour as "completely appropriate" when those who aren't hip to MSU school spirit questioned the "ritual" (read: public humiliation and/or human sacrifice).
As per the NCAA Intramural Invitational: The teams combined to shoot 36 of 108 ... 6 of 30 "from distance" ... w/ 21 turnovers for Morehead ... and 5-12 FT for 'Bama State.
If ya spent more than 3 mins. watching, you either burned your retinas -- or you were thinking that more head from Lavin (in hi-def!) would've been better than quote-unquote "that shit."
Of course, if someone was bold enough to spend a minute or three over on Disneyland Sports 2 (watchin' the NIT w/ ND-UAB), he/she might've noticed that the crowd at N.D.'s Joyce Center was deader than Myles Brand's pancreas.
Yeah ... we understand that it's spring break and that the students who didn't go home are probably all huffing bars of Irish Spring and getting wasted at the Irish pub of their choosing in South BendOver.
Still, ya woulda figured that the crowd would've been a little more amped re: the dribbling acumen of Kyle McAlarney.
McAlarney is a very good dribbler.
Sooooo stylish ...
Bounce-bounce-bounce goes the ball ...
That kid's electric ...
(OH, AND BY THE WAY ... THE NOTRE DUMB FARTING IRISH WERE, HANDS DOWN, THE BIGGEST DISAPPOINTMENT IN COLLEGE B-BALL IN '08/'09. A TOTAL FUCKING MYSTERY -- LOOK, NOBODY'S SAYIN' THAT ST. PATTY'S STATE IS A BUNCH OF PUSSIES (well, okay ... maybe we are ... "the proof is in the pudding" ... which is about as "soft" as N.D. was this season ... pudding ...) >>> OR MAYBE THE BLAME FALLS DIRECTLY ON MIKE BREY'S CLASSIC-AND-EXPENSIVE MOCK T's WHICH HE WEARS UNDER THAT BLAZER ... AND THERE GOES McALARNEY! ... BOUNCE-BOUNCE-BOUNCE GOES THE BALL ... LOOKIT THAT KID DRIBBLE DRIBBLE DRIBBLE ... WILL THAT STYLISH DRIBBLING BEST SUIT HIM NEXT YEAR IN MADRID OR ALBANIA?)
We're in for a doozy of offensive pyrotechnics in the days ahead ("on the offensive side of the ball" say Herb Kirkstreit and/or Todd McShame and/or Mel Kiper's Bouffant).
It's a pity that a coach can't pull Chef Killingpalaminosmith aside and quietly tell him, "It'd be nice if you got yer fuckin' 7-foot frame to actually care about what the fuck yer doin' out there," but, alas ... this is P.C.merica, so it's, "Swell job, big fella!"
Not around here, though.
Mild Marchness is quashed in its entirety as another Steeler DVD goes into the DVD player.
It's how we wash our hands of any personal involvement (particularly when that USA-Puerto Rico WBC epic finish is on the MLB Network, rather than DisneyTime TV).
Sorry 'bout that, Colonel Kissingscallionsims ...
Now, gotta get outta here before Digger's flourescent necktie and flourescent highlighter pen show up and pretend-to-know/begin-to-explain something/anything about more head ...