Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Ouch. That Hurt.

(Ironically a former Hurricane knows exactly how I feel....Preach it Ed.)

That sound you just heard my friends may have been this years edition of the Boston College men's basketball team's bubble bursting. What the fuck just happened? I mean I know we lost to Miami earlier in the season, but it was by 1 point? away! This was a can't lose game, not now, not at home in front of a surprisingly good crowd that was loud the entire game, not when I am fucking missing a huge intramural soccer game to be there, not when Mice are running around like Egyptian protestors and taking over the world. NOT TONIGHT.

I don't know what really to say because I feel like I just got kicked in the balls by all of Dade County. Whether it was going down 21 in the first half, the Miami big men committing federal offenses in the lane, or the refs giving us the ole' fuck you and your mother, the whole game was a total barrage of disgustingness. I guess I'll start with the going down 21. For the second time in as many games we went 10 minutes of the first half without a point. It was like we were playing in slow motion,I don't know why we don't go up and down quickly any more and attack these zone defenses. We slow it up, pass the ball around the perimeter and jack up a three, sweet offense. I guess though we were totally out of sync the whole night, which leads me to my next question. What is with the shuffling of lineups Coach Donahue is employing? None of the players can seem to get in a rhythm with each other. I mean clearly the best lineup tonight was Jackson, Paris, Trap, Raji and Cahill, yes Cahill was a fucking all star tonight again. However, for some reason after that group cut the lead down to six in the second half, Gabe Moton and Big Smooth Southern entered the game for Cahill and Trap. With no disrespect to those two guys who played hard, we preceded to hand the lead back to the Canes. I mean it's not like I don't love gabe and big smooth but the two of them were cold turkey and entered with group of guys who were in sync and on fire. Leave em' in coach. But despite some of this mismanagement, we still had a shot to claw out of the depths of darkness in the end, but I guess the refs didn't get the memo. What's baffling to me were all the ticky tack fouls on the eagles down in the paint, while Reggie Johnson and the other Miami bigs didn't get their first foul till the last 4 minutes. I mean shit I know we don't drive but we got to the tin enough to get some calls. However, the worst call had to be the bullshit intentional foul on Biko at the end of the game, fucking 5 point swing sir. Down 5 with a minute left we are obviously going to foul, isn't every fucking foul intentional at that point? If the NCAA is going to allow fouling at the end of games, then they shouldn't allow intentional fouls to be called at the end of the game unless the guy gets shot with a colt 45...which I'm sure Biko didn't do. Either way, Karl Hess, Les Jones, and Bernard Clinton, had a rough fucking night all together, and I am really surprised Coach Donahue didn't get a T or thrown out. Fucking guy stood there like it was all ok that these power hungry assholes were running the show. AL Skinner would've been thrown out before the game even started with these assholes showing up. Whatever, I do like steve, but you gotta get in a guys ass some time and let him know you're gunna be here all night.Fuck this one hurts, looks like I'm crawling in with the mouse tonight, hope he has cable.

PS. 3 Almost died tonight. Like I'm not even kidding, kid was so worked up about the officials I think he blew an artery. I should go check on him but I'm afraid of the mouse.

Posted by Mucc.

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