Positives From Tonight's Loss

Ed Tseng knows his shit. Time to plant some rasberries. As horrific as that game was tonight, there are a few positives we can take away from it.

1. Danielle the cheerleader did 13 back handsprings in a row. Well done Danielle.

2. The BC crowd did something creative. No, not a typo, that actually happened. Whole student section hunched down on free throws and then popped up waving their arms and screaming as the shot was being taken. Never seen that before. Kinda liked it. Plus it was the first time all season someone showed a little creativity in Conte besides Mucc and I.

3. Corey Raji's boy is the fuckin man. He used to sit front row with us, pacing and screaming his ass off at Coach D whenever Raji wasn't in. Turns out he just switched seats on us and was spotted tonight at center court rockin a white tee running through the aisle telling old men to stand up during crunch time. Is it sad that he was maybe the best player for us tonight?

4. Father Clarke the crazy Australian history professor/ Jesuit gave us a shout out. It's nice knowing our efforts don't go unnoticed.

5. John Cahill (our beloved white boy walk on and current background of the site) loved the sign we made for him.

6. Will and I looked really really good as always.

So, I guess we just got to take the positives from tonight and try not to think about a pink elephant.

P.S. Mucc claims to have just seen the mouse. Once again, no one else saw it. Starting to question if this mouse is real, or if these are just crazy hallucinations after heartbreakers like this one.

Posted by 3.

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.

It's Gametime

Gametime Motherfuckers. LESSSSS GOOOOOOOO. No but seriously this game is huge, I think if we lose this I'm going to crawl inside the mouse hole in Claver dorm and never come out. But fuck that we aint' going to lose, 3 and I will be there bringing the noise and watching the boys get a W hopefully Reggie won't hurt the Canes to bad.

Posted by Mucc.

Mouse Chronicles: Day 1

This ain't Disney World, so I'm not really sure why we've got Mickey Mouse running up and down Claver 2nd floor shaking hands and taking pictures with any guy with a box of donuts and a dorm room. A man's room is his safe haven, it's his sanctuary, it's his chamber of love (or for guys like me who aren't getting any it's a place of masturbation). You don't fuck with where a dude masturbates.

Anyways, this whole Mousecapade started over the weekend when my big, bad fellow blogger damn near shit himself at the sight of a furry little rodent scurrying across the carpet of my immaculate room. Let me make it very clear that there has not been mouse sighting since Mucc fled the scene, but just like any good high school bomb scare where a girl says she's gonna blow the place to bits because "it's a fuckin hell hole and no one deserves to be called a whore every day," (Wait, that didn't happen at your high school? Welcome to Winnacunnet I guess?) we had to take precautions. The room was cleaned and mouse traps were purchased. Mickey Mouse can only terrify poor innocent boys for so long.

Night one with the traps produced no results, night two, same story, but night three, night three we got something. I awoke to the obnoxious scratching and clawing of a mouse trying to free himself from the confines of a sticky trap. (Note to self: NEVER buy sticky traps). After two hours of struggle and two hours of no sleep the struggle stopped and I was certain we had our first victim and had collected breakfast for the morning. The morning, however, was only a disappointment. There were signs of struggle all over the trap, but no mouse. No fuckin mouse.

But you know what, we learned a couple lessons here. One, don't ever be cheap with mouse traps. Buy something that kills on the spot. It's instant death or nothing. Don't get cute with these motherfuckers cause they're better than you and they know it. Kill the sorry son of a bitch. And two, if you have one in your grasp don't let it get away. I don't care how tired you are, or that it's 3 in the morning. Get up and kill the damn thing. You might not get another chance. So, we lick our wounds and move on. This shit ain't over Mickey Mouse. You took the first round. Well played. But I can assure you I won't sleep until I'm roasting your sorry ass over the campfire.

Stay tuned...

Posted by 3.

Are We In?

(Danny thinks so...)

I was just watching sportscenter in my pristine dorm room, which has finally been cleaned thanks in large part to a mouse sighting (more to come later), and on the tube were Joe Lunardi and Doug Gottlieb discussing the NCAA Tournament bubble. Lunardi, who for one reason or another assumes the position of God in these debates, suggested that the "Last four in" to the tourney at this point were Gonzaga, Richmond, Colorado State, and an "unimpressive Boston College squad." FUCK YA! WE ARE IN! Wait, "unimpressive?" what? If Lunardi wasn't carrying the Italian-American flag I'd probably be pissed right now, but to be honest, I'm going to have to agree with him. I mean granted we have beaten some good teams, Texas A&M at a neutral site, Va Tech at home, Maryland twice, and granted we took UNC to the wire on Saturday (I don't think my colleague 3 has come out of shock from that game yet) but in reality we are sitting on a 16-10 record sporting one of the best offenses in the country, combined with the most inefficient defense in basketball history (no lie the French army is a better defense). We ARE the definition of a bubble team. We are "unimpressive" and have our backs against the wall, but for some reason I like it this way.

With four games left, two at home, and two away, we have a chance to prove ourselves and get into the tourney. Isn't that what any good team wants, a chance? I mean beating Harvard and Yale and URI and Miami the first time would have helped, but even after all of that the italian-stallion Joe Lunardi says we can still squeak in if we take care of business down the stretch here. Come on People that is exciting for our young eagle squad that was a preseason cellar dweller! This is why you'll see Mr. Dunn aka 3 and I front row tonight 7 pm eastern time rooting the boys on; because we aren't in yet....but we have a chance.

Would You Want Randy Moss Back?

Randy Moss is probably the most interesting enigmatic figure in the sports world today. He's gone from bad boy, to record breaker, to bad boy part II, and has always seemed to alienate and antagonize teammates, coaches, and entire organizations. It's actually sad that because of all his antics; his "straight cash homie," "everybody one clap," and mooning of Lambeu Field, one incontrovertible fact gets largely overshadowed: Randy Moss is a freakishly good Wide Receiver, one who might have revolutionized the position. With that, I bet you can guess where I am going with this; Hell Ya I'd want Randy back when the Pats open up training camp in August. I know what the critics are going to say about Brady and company setting the league on fire without him, and the reemergence of Deion Branch as the Pat's number 1 receiver, but truth be told there was a lot that changed to make that offense better last year, that had nothing to do with Moss being gone. For starters the running game, with BJGE and Woodhead, finally appeared again making the team more balanced and giving Brady more options with play-action. Secondly, the secondary began to jell around week 5 and 6 after moss had left, thus making the defense better all around and giving the offense better field position. Lastly, Deion Branch did arrive, and he gave the pats what they finally needed: a great route runner that could find lanes in between Welker and the deep man, in the 15 yard category, and get first downs. In my opinion Moss returning would only reestablish a prominent and respectable deep threat in the offense, and would fit in perfectly with Branch and Welker. No knock on Brandon Tate, but I'm just not sure Darelle Revis is worried about getting worked by the UNC chap like he was when Moss was standing opposite him. Also, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to realize that now having 3 receivers that make the defense cover them in all three zones (the 5-10 yard, 15-20 yard, and 25-30 yard) of the field makes an offense that much more unstoppable especially against zone defenses that gave the Pats trouble (ie. that team from NY that shoots their mouth off). Moss, again, would simply make teams like the Jets play much more man to man defense, allowing for easier matchups all around for the Pats, and we know how much Brady and Belichick love to exploit matchups.

Posted by Mucc.

CalTech Beavers Prove Being Mediocre Sucks.

Last night the CalTech Beavers, who hadn't won a conference game since I was negative-6 years old, beat Occidental 46-45 in a classic Southern California Interscholastic Conference bout. Why do we care? No not because this is their first conference win since 1985, but because it just proves that if you're going to lose you might as well lose hard. Personally, I think it's indisputable that being the worst at your sport is way better than being pseudo-bad. Being defeated is way sweeter than being .500. Think about it, these CalTech players now have a night they will never forget, the night they finally WON a game. They have a moment and a bond to last a lifetime. They'll probably get together each year, pop champagne, talk about their newest mindreading computer, and bang their smokin' hot trophy wives, all the while reflecting on this single defining moment. I mean isn't that what sports are for, building bonds through hardship, and having a great memory here and there? To be frank, being .500 must be the worst right? It's like "um ya we are kindof good I guess?" Sweet man. Where's your sick story that you're going to lay on people at an office party? Noone remembers going 15-15 and sucking just enough to miss out on some tourney, but you bet your sweet ass they remember going 1-29 and being magical for one night.

Posted by Mucc.