Friday, October 18, 2019

October 18th, 2019: Red Storm Tip-Off

Ticketing snafus, rocking with the band, jersey deliveries, possible alumnae, and a distressing lack of basketball. You know what it means.

WE'RE BACK MOTHERFUCKERS


We almost weren't. Ticketing has not been timely in getting out info for WBB season tickets and thus we were unable to secure tickets to Tip-Off in the usual manner. Politely and glacially speaking to various people got us in (the “someone dropped the ball” look on the DOBO's face when he saw us was something).

Delivering Shenneika Smith her old Sun jersey brought such a smile to her face. (I think I've brought this up before, but my first rule of buying player gear is that its original owner gets right of first refusal.)

Too much bass. Cannot cope.

The Nolan twins are a little, uh, creepy in their inability to be separated.

Q's pride in her heritage is awesome, and also helps us spot her family. Poor Machi is already hurt, walking around in a boot.

Okay, but does Sox get to keep the flowers?

Huh. Lotta transfers and double transfers on the men's side.

Hearing the PA guy try to hype up Machi is... uh...kinda obvious.

The tortured dance routines are also... something. They do show off everyone's footwork well.

Coach Anderson, in that rusty veteran coach's voice, calling out Sears as “lover boy” has me dead from lulz. (Sox still has the flowers.) He couldn't get Tartamella all the way out of his mouth, but I'll chalk that up to unfamiliarity and maybe a sore throat.

Tiana's trying too hard to be showy. Maybe it's the lack of pressure because it's only an exhibition. Maybe it's the pressure of there being people here.

omg Tart-let so cute. Headphones may be larger than child.

Men's scrimmage coming up. We'll see if the women get anything similar. It's been rough. Lot of missed dunk attempts.

I reserve the right to object to people wearing random Bulls or Houston gear. Just because it's the right color doesn't mean it's appropriate.

Dance is. not. messing. around. this. Year.

Not sure if T is in the crowd for social purposes or because they ran out of seats on the bench (since it's also being used for the scrimmage).

Hi, Gina?

Co-ed shootout now. Don't lose count.

And that appears to be the end of the basketball content this evening. They started setting up for the musical act, and since we were right next to the bass speaker, I opted to forego my annual attempt to determine whether I like the new music or not. It seems like every year there's less and less basketball, and it's really depressing. I just want to see my team. I like what little I saw, but there wasn't much to see!

There's no rest for the wicked, or the weary. Fordham's open practice is tomorrow!

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