I told Janet I was going to hijack her blog for a single post. I needed a venue for my sarcastic sorrow after watching a player end his college basketball career a few nights ago. This guy was a key component in one my favorite sporting moments of recent memory. The precious little floor smacking devil of whom I speak is none other than Duke's Greg Paulus.
He's one of those guys that college bball broadcasters dream of...full of energy, coach's little buddy, no chance of playing professionally. They throw around terms like "cerebral", "gutty", "floor general", and "high school football player of the year" like people on The Batchelor incessantly rant with "connection", "amazing", "this journey", and "I'm actually falling in love." Sadly, Duke was crushed by Villanova in the NCAA tournament the other night, ending Greg's illustrious collegiate career.
The fantastic moment of which everyone's favorite "extension of the coach on the floor" was a part of was during the UNC-Duke game in March of 2008, at Cameron Indoor Student Bouncy Castle. Towards the end of the first half, Danny Green breaks away with a rebound and Paulus makes a gutty, cerebral move to stand in and take the inevitable charge that would certainly be called. No charge. Instead Paulus got...well....this:
I included the third, multi-frame photo experience because I liked it, and I thought it was funny that if you look close you can see Peyton Manning immediately to the left of Kyle Singler's hip. Poor Greg. I was watching that game live and remember how sweet it was. Even more sweet was that it was one more game in which UNC would beat Greg and his boyz on their home court. So sad.
Where to now? The NBA with your boy Boozer? People in Utah are down on the Booz because of his antics of late. I have maintained all along that the core of Boozer's problem set was the fact that he went to Duke. I mean really, who finger rolls and lays in that many close range shots in when you're that big? Dunk that crap. Christian Laettner, Bobby Hurley...it all started with you. Thanks for the legacy. And please...if anyone here is an Orthodontist near Orlando, please call JJ Reddick and offer him some braces to straighten that junk out. I'm sure you have enough money for it homeslice.
So Jana...I used the box of tissues you sent to weep at Paulus' moving on...not to mourn UNC's dominating 101-87 victory at Cameron Indoor earlier this year as you were hoping. The dead give away on the non-descript, mysterious package I received in the mail was the 27713 zipcode you used to cap off your "101 Trail of Tears Drive, Chapel Hill, NC" pseudo-return address.
I now fully expect a tribute to Tyler "ward-ball" Hansbrough. He's all arms, elbows, unbridled mildly coordinated energy, rosy cheeks, and far too agressive open mouth heavy breathing like everyone else at the chapel gymnasium. All he needs to complete the persona is a couple knee-braces, rec-specs, and a position in the EQ presidency.
1. Ruth has had at least 4 seizures which include urinating all over the laundry room 2. Ruth ran away for a short period 3. We got our tax return. 4. Simon informed me that we need to plant a candy garden with suckers and reeses 5. Charlotte decided to use her foot instead of her hands to open the curtains in her room. Ripped off the curtains and broke the rod. 6. Simon told me he peed on the carpet downstairs and I started to clean it up and it was soaking up towels, I got suspicous. I looked in the closet to find we were having a flood.
I am a 33 year old mom of 3. I love to have some quiet time every afternoon, and I sometimes get it. I love to knit, embroider and buy interesting fabrics. I also love to buy antiques and anything old.
