2008-09 Game Recaps: November 2008 Archives
I was back home in northwest Iowa for Thanksgiving, and Saturday night my presence was expected at a family dinner at a restaurant. You know what this meant: using "alternative" methods of monitoring the Creighton-Nebraska game.
Namely, free WiFi and ESPN Mobile Gamecast on my iPod. Its an ingenious thing, to be perfectly honest. Much better than the desktop computer version, Mobile Gamecast strips down the interface to just the essentials: time, score, and the latest plays. Period. AND it updates automatically, so if you have to hide the iPod under the table in your lap for a few minutes while you engage a relative in discussion about any number of less important things, the game tracker will be up to date when you can next catch a glance.
Like I said, genius. Just after 8 o'clock when the iPod screen refreshed to say "Kaleb Korver made Three Point jump shot. > CREI 31, NEB 18" I summoned all of my strength to avoid making a scene at the restaurant. After all, no one knew I was doing this.
Using the "STATS" panel, I was able to click -- with trepidation, of course -- to take a peek at the rebounding and turnover stats. I was alarmed but not overly upset to see the Jays with 12 turnovers. I was downright ecstatic to see them with a 24-12 edge in rebounding, lack of Husker size or not.
During halftime, I made enough conversation to buy me a "conversation grace period" during the second half. Fifteen minutes or so later, it was back to making quick glances under the table every minute for an update.
Continue reading 2008-09 Game #5: Nebraska 54, Jays 52.
Look, its disappointing to blow a 16-point lead on the road, but some of the emails and IMs I had the, ahem, pleasure of receiving after this loss were shockingly amusing. In fact, they're so entertaining, I'm going to run a few of them here today. The first one comes from Fozzie, a guy I've met once or twice who tends to swing like a pendulum. Highly enjoyable emails, highly dubious opinions. Sorry, Fozzie, its true.
After the jump, actual emails from actual readers.
Continue reading 2008-09 Game #4: Ark Little Rock 71, Jays 69.
After a thrilling game in the Bracket Buster a year ago, Creighton and Oral Roberts staged a rematch in Omaha on Saturday. Problem was, for 25 minutes the game was rather ordinary, and dare I say, boring? No, I don't dare. Creighton games are never boring. But I'd be remiss if I didn't admit to you that my bag of mini donuts did a better job of entertaining me for most of the first half.
The strange thing is, the Jays led most of the first half, and that's strangely incongruent with what I told you in the first paragraph. If the Jays are winning, no way mini donuts are more entertaining, right? It was a methodical, and wholly unremarkable half of basketball. So I'll stop remarking about it.
Continue reading 2008-09 Game #3: Jays 87, Oral Roberts 65.
Prior to Thursday nights game, we went to dinner at a downtown establishment. I drank a Bud Light, ate a burger, and enjoyed some chips. When we got to the game, I enjoyed two glasses of Pabst Blue Ribbon. As for the game itself, there were 48 turnovers and 50 fouls.
Why do I tell you these things? Because something in the above paragraph made me queasy, and I'm honestly not sure what. It could have been any or all of the above; its up for debate, honestly. What's known for sure is that with 7:19 to play in the game, my stomach started speaking in unrecognizable tongues. These were not the dog whistle-esque rumblings that only people with ears attuned to a certain frequency can hear, either -- my buddy sitting next to me heard it, asked if I was alright, and was concerned for the continuation of my life precious when I dropped my beer to the ground and literally ran up the steps to the concourse while the game continued behind me. I spent the next several minutes in a vortex between Earth and some nether region, only vaguely aware of my surroundings.
Its at this point that I would like to apologize to anyone who happened upon the men's bathroom by the Wild Kingdom display at any point from the 6 minute mark until the final horn. If it makes you feel any better, know that a potential clothing disaster was averted, and that the Atomic Dump did not exit stage right too soon.
You think I'm making this up, but its true. And while it takes a big man to admit to having this happen to them, it takes a bigger man to laugh at that man. So congratulations, big man.
Why do I tell you these things? Because something in the above paragraph made me queasy, and I'm honestly not sure what. It could have been any or all of the above; its up for debate, honestly. What's known for sure is that with 7:19 to play in the game, my stomach started speaking in unrecognizable tongues. These were not the dog whistle-esque rumblings that only people with ears attuned to a certain frequency can hear, either -- my buddy sitting next to me heard it, asked if I was alright, and was concerned for the continuation of my life precious when I dropped my beer to the ground and literally ran up the steps to the concourse while the game continued behind me. I spent the next several minutes in a vortex between Earth and some nether region, only vaguely aware of my surroundings.
Its at this point that I would like to apologize to anyone who happened upon the men's bathroom by the Wild Kingdom display at any point from the 6 minute mark until the final horn. If it makes you feel any better, know that a potential clothing disaster was averted, and that the Atomic Dump did not exit stage right too soon.
You think I'm making this up, but its true. And while it takes a big man to admit to having this happen to them, it takes a bigger man to laugh at that man. So congratulations, big man.
Continue reading 2008-09 Game #2: Jays 82, Ark. Pine Bluff 50.