If you’re asking yourself, “is that UConn’s former star player, Donnell Marshall at the Bullpen standing about 15 feet away from Katie?” the answer would be, quite simply, yes.
I did take a creepy paparazzi picture, but in my defense, I owned up to it. And, yes, he shook my hand. And I didn’t wash it for the rest of the night. (Mostly just because they only have Port-O-Lets at the bar, but I wouldn’t have had it any other way. TMI? Too bad).
Sometimes, you get what you wish for!
And sometimes, that’s a very good thing! Big East and NCAA Champs. I knew 2011 was going to be a good year. It’s been a good run, boys. So maybe it didn’t end in the prettyiest of ways (lowest scoring first half in a NCAA Championship since 1945 and lowest winning score since 1949!), but it sure had the right end result.
Until next year boys. (Kemba, I miss you already.)
Just a second for my boys.
Can we talk about this? And how UConn is not just the Big East tournament champ, but is one of two Big East teams left in the NCAA tournament? Big game tonight. Husky up!
Back to rooting for UConn… and only UConn.
Well, for ONCE, I decided to diversify my bracket and by diversify I mean bet that maybe UConn wouldn’t be that national champ (but would still obviously play in the title game) against another Big East team (duh). I chose Notre Dame. MORE LIKE NOTRE LAME. Losing to Florida State. What is that?
Last time I’m taking a chance on a jerk like Hansbrough. Rant over.
Back to rooting for the home team. UCONNNNNNNNN HUSKIIIIIIIIIES.
(It’s okay. March Madness just for a few more weeks. We can get through this together.)
Mine is suffering. March is just such a tough month…
I actually think it’s playing hard again,” Calhoun said. “People in life, and basketball, too, I think let things dissuade them from being good or take away some of their energy or confidence. I guess that’s to be expected, but there’s the old saying about it’s not if you get knocked down, it’s how you get up. We’re not a desperate basketball team. We’re a team that’s going to keep on playing after this. But winning is very important. I still haven’t met a good loss.
Obviously, I think any code that requires — not encourages, but requires — college students to abstain from premarital sex and alcohol is bananas because premarital sex and alcohol were my two favorite things about college. Taco Bell was third. So my three favorite things about college were sex, alcohol and Meximelts, and the nights when I experienced all three are now considered my best memories. Those were good times.
- Spring (finally!)
- Warm days without jackets
- Taking off St. Patty’s (and the day after in one word: smart)
- Visits from family
- Visits from friends
- MARCH MADNESS (can you say best time of year?)
- Tulips and cherry blossoms
My twenty-fifth birthday… Scratch that. I’m staying 24 forever.
A weekend highlight: Catching my little brother on the basketball court.* I haven’t seen him play in what has to amount to nearly five years. You better believe I was the loudest cheerleader in that gymnasium.
*Full disclosure: His team got whooped at the game I saw, but I thought this picture more accurately captured Mr. #2’s impressive skills.
#5 Connecticut @ Marquette
Big East family rivalries at their best.
Got your back, Dad!
In other less happy Uconn news… (See also: When adults throwing temper tantrums.)
Anyone else as excited as I am
about this? No? Just me? Well, get ready for it. Basketball season is riiiight around the corner.
Well if the men can’t do it…
Leave it to the women!
I don’t really care who wins tonight as long as it’s not Duke.
a Cava Mezze kind of night
Last night, Ryan and I ventured out of our comfort zone and made it down to Capitol Hill for celebratory date night at Cava Mezze. This place has quickly turned into a favorite. Not only is the food absolutely incredible, but the service is phenomenal and the staff and owners make you feel at home every time you visit. While there are so many more dishes I’m dying to try, I highly recommend the Guava Margaritas (I could probably drink these for breakfast), the Baked Shrimp and the Scallops Mushroom Risotto. To. Die. For.
There’s no doubt I’ll be returning soon, but next time it might be a good idea to sit a little farther from the bar so I can’t see Georgetown getting their bums whooped from the dinner table.