What a day we had yesterday! The weather out here is
beautiful, and we win a game by making the kind of
statement that the nation better be watching.
After
moving to a new hotel, we followed the Insells back
into Palo Alto to watch the ODU-FSU game. The most
striking thing about this game was the fact that ODU
was the better team, but just couldn't buy a basket.
So FSU wins and moves on to meet Stanford in the
second round in a game that will not be very good.
Stanford and MTSU are the class of this sub-regional.
After the game, we had about 4 hours to kill and did
not want to go back to Santa Clara. We found a
local sports bar called The Old Pro. It is fashioned
out of an old airplane hangar that was built in 1920.
They had pitchers of beer, burgers, garlic fries (some
kind of delicacy here because they are everywhere),
and brisket (not really, which we found out shortly).
There were 8 of us in the bar watching basketball and
getting "ready" for our game at 5:00.
As more people
started filing into the bar, we were converting all of
them to Middle fans with our folksy charm and good
times. Then it was time to put our game faces on!
The
game started a little slow as Gonzaga stayed with us
for the first 45 seconds or so. Then we just stared
to unleash the fury. It was 40 minutes of hell, but
it was textbook. You could tell their ladies were very
frustrated with the way we play ball. I guess Gonzaga
should have used ten players in practice.
After the
game, I went to the post-game press conference. Coach
Insell was happy with the game and Chrissy Givens and
Amber Holt sat there just waiting to get back to work.
I decided to stay for the Gonzaga press conference
mainly because hardly anyone else did. His first line, Gonzaga Coach Kelly Graves,
made me feel no sorrow for kicking their butts. He said
they made us look better than we were. That is crazy.
Most of the fans stayed to cheer on Marist as they
proceeded to beat Ohio State. It was a great game.
Monday will be fun, but no cakewalk to be sure. After
the game, Rick, myself, Monte Hale, his cameraman, and
Whiney Tate's father were following Matt Riley with
Dr. McPhee, Rick Insell, and a few others to eat. We did not
know where we were going except that we needed to get
to the 101. Well, Matt Riley missed the first turn
and I could not tell you where we ended up if you gave
me a map. So after a couple of stops, some beer for
the road, and me stopping traffic to get the flag that
someone lost out of my car, we got back to El Camino
Real. This road is a lot like Old Hickory Blvd. It
has no beginning and no end, but will take you
anywhere eventually. After they missed another turn,
I took over. I apologize to any person who may have got mad at my driving, I
am from Tennessee and I don't know any better.
After
dinner at Bennigan's, it was time to call it a very
long day. We slept much better last night and are
going to San Francisco today to see the sights.
Everybody enjoy your day off because tomorrow is a
business day...a "Bad Business" day!!!
The Adventures of Bobby O'Shea: Day 1
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