I’m getting quite popular. One of the guys who comes to the games in a UCONN cape and ball Afro hat on his head came up to me as I was leaving and said “I love your blog!” Thank you, Cape Man!
No Louisville in the Final Four. I was really hoping they’d gut it out, but I guess it wasn’t meant to be. Maybe next year.
My family thinks it’s very funny that I’m doing this. They’re very honest with me, so the fact that they like what I’m writing is great encouragement. Jenna even thought I was funny…first time that’s ever happened. Even Dad likes it. After he was done with media, he came over for a hug but not before shouting “What are you doing? No bloggers allowed in here!”
So, we survive to play in the Elite Eight. I’m sure the first half had some fantastic moments, but I will have to see them on tape. Why? Because I refused to watch. I spent the entire first half of the game pacing the concourse (a bad idea, given my choice of footwear) and standing in a bathroom stall, my heart racing. I inherited my anxiety from Dad. Now, both of us are really quite mild when you compare us to my uncle Ferruccio (yes, that’s his name). Fru is the worst. He didn’t come back from the concourse until we were up by 20. Even I came back when we got up by 10! We all get it from the Grandmother of Anxiety, my Nonna. Nonna will act like Mussolini’s soldiers are coming to take her away when we’re losing or not playing well, so I’m shocked she stayed in her seat the entire game today. She’s coming back on Tuesday, so I’m hoping we all keep it together for the sake of the team.
But anyway, the game itself (once we stopped losing our minds) was great. I gave Tiffany a gigantic hug when she came back from media, because I was just so proud of her. She really carried us on her shoulders, not just in points but in all aspects of the game. Her stat line was incredible. Everyone who played had little moments where they really shined. Kaili didn’t put up a lot of points but she had 9 rebounds against a very physically tough Cal team, and Tina had a few monstrous blocks. And what is there left to say about Maya that hasn’t already been said?
I can’t really say what Dad said in the locker room before the game because I wasn’t allowed in the building until 11AM. We got to the building at 10:30, but my mother, a few other people and myself were not allowed inside until everyone else went in. The reason? We were “non-essential personnel.” I have a fault with this system. My mom is married to essential personnel. I share the DNA of an essential personnel. This seems like a no-brainer to me.
After the game, I stuck around to listen to the media interviews (I had a nifty little lanyard with the All Access sticker on it) and say hello to some personnel, and we left around halftime of the Arizona St/Texas A&M game. I was figuring we’d play the Aggies on Tuesday so I was pleasantly surprised to see the Sun Devils win.
Tomorrow, aside from what’s going on during the day (more of the same from yesterday and probably even more crazed), I will be posting my thoughts on Elite 8s past, both the dizzying highs and the devastating lows. Being born into this whole nutty situation that I find myself in, you either have a fantastic April or a totally crappy one based on a few games in March. It’s sometimes a breeze, sometimes a thunderstorm. But there’s always a few stories in there somewhere…
Oh, and Go Pitt!
PS. I can tell you something about Maya that hasn’t already been said…she really, really, really likes my mom’s Thanksgiving punch.