The last couple of times I've gone to the sports bar to watch basketball, the crew of fans I befriended last year and the year before haven't been there. It's meant that I'm more confused when watching the games than with their guidance. I don't always see the fouls; I don't always understand why a time out is being called. Last night the sound was off on my game so I didn't even have the dubious benefit of the announcers. A caption flashed under Sean May that said something like "3 Double-Doubles" and there was nobody to ask, "what's a double-double?" This morning, a little digging lets me surmise that a double-double is a game in which a player scores in the double digits in both points and rebounds. Sean May is rock solid on the rebounds, it seems.
All alone in the sports bar, I sent text messages back and forth with my best friend, who was also watching the game. "Is M. Williams a frshmn?" I asked. "Yes." "Rashad McCants is hot!" "Yes but not as hot as J. Williams." "Felton = my fave." "I like Scott but he never plays anymore." "What # is Scott?" It was too slow a process to discuss plays, but it was a chummy way to remember that I wasn't really watching the game alone.
There was a couple at the table beside me who appeared to be on a date. Neither of them were watching any of the games on the TVs. If you weren't going to watch sports, why would you bring a date to a sports bar?
Seeing your newfound appreciation for my favorite sport and one of my favorite teams in that sport is music to my ears. I'm beaming over here. UNC is simply insane this year. March madness can't get here soon enough. You get CBS, right? I've always loved their coverage of the tournament. Ohh, fun times picking brackets, fun times indeed.
You should definitely enter the contests ESPN.com and cbssportsline.com do when the tournament starts. I think one of them has a million dollar prize for picking the perfect bracket, which, of course, is almost impossible to do. It takes one Samford upsetting a Cincinnati in the first round and you're toast.
And you're right: McCants is HOT.
P.S. Wouldn't you know it, but my next door neighbor and good friend happens to be the nephew of UCONN coach Jim Calhoun. Nothing like hearing him say last year "yeah, I'm going to San Antonio this weekend for the Final Four" and then seeing him on TV 15 rows off the floor.
Posted by: Slice | February 17, 2005 at 09:02 AM