The bi-product of the late night that I ended up staying up too late and had to wake up at 4:30am to head down to Boiled Sports Southern headquarters here in Houston. In my sleep-deprived, drunk-like state, I forgot my phone and nearly missed my flight. The big plans I had for live-blogging the game from Reliant were left in Indy in the family truckster...but we'll still be posting our thoughts from time-to-time this weekend...hopefully joyfully.
We're about to head out to the pep rally/drunkfest with the Purdue family that's down here for the weekend...how's the mood you ask?
It was festive, at least in Houston's Hobby Airport. A solid Purdue showing throughout the terminal and the Southwest Airlines flight crews wished all of us, and the team well before landing on each connection as our presence was pretty obvious. The atmosphere is fun, but let me be real honest, my memory won't be nearly as positive about this trip, without a good showing from the good guys.
I'm confident that Matty will have them ready and all parties involved have a fresh memory of the Mackey debacle last season. Tune in at 9:57 (eastern)...if the telecast is more-handsome than normal, you know why.
Sour Orange
Jim Boeheim acted like the whiny crybaby that he is following his #1 seeded Orange's departure from the tourney last night at the hands of the Butler Bulldogs. He left the court and barely acknowledged Butler's Coach Stevens. Way to represent!
Now, whether you want to call it gamesmanship or just lying, we all know that Coach Boeheim knew his injured center wouldn't be available this tournament...but he kept that to himself. Turns out, the politicking didn't pay off and the over-rated, over-seeded Orange were beaten, pretty much from start to finish, by the Horizon League Champs.
For those keeping score at home, that's 7 of 8 Big East teams out of the dance.
We're heading out...For those of you also attending the get-together near the Houston Galleria, look for J and I, we'll be wearing Purdue t-shirts and hats. Come over and I say, "Hi."
To Your Call Once More We Rally;
Alma Mater Hear Our Praise.
Where The Wabash Spreads Its Valley;
Filled With Joy Our Voices Raise.
From The Skies In Swelling Echoes
Come The Cheers That Tell The Tale
Of Your Vict'ries And Your Heros,
Hail Purdue! We Sing All Hail!
Alma Mater Hear Our Praise.
Where The Wabash Spreads Its Valley;
Filled With Joy Our Voices Raise.
From The Skies In Swelling Echoes
Come The Cheers That Tell The Tale
Of Your Vict'ries And Your Heros,
Hail Purdue! We Sing All Hail!
- Hail, Hail To Old Purdue!
All Hail To Our Old Gold And Black!
Hail, Hail To Old Purdue!
Our Friendship May She Never Lack.
Ever Grateful, Ever True,
Thus We Raise Our Song Anew;
Of The Days We've Spent With You,
All Hail Our Own Purdue!
3 comments:
I noticed the Boeheim blow by as well. That was pretty low class. You can tell a lot about the character of a coach by how he handles the post game handshake, especially after a loss. I never knew Boeheim was such a jackass.
I'm totally rooting for a Butler-Purdue title game.
Not too be too grammar picky, but the word is byproduct. Bi-product sounds like the punchline to a joke I'm not sure I have ever heard.
Barely acknowledging the other team is still better than Evan Turner could manage.
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