Friday night, the United States Military Academy at West Point inducted its 2012 class into the Army Sports Hall of Fame. Among those inductees was Bill Schutsky, a 1968 graduate from the academy, Army basketball captain, and our great family friend.
Not only was Bill a fantastic basketball player, he was a distinguished Army officer, and a great coach. And he is an amazing husband, father, grandfather, and friend. There is no person I know more deserving of this honor, and West Point is lucky to have such a wonderful person as a part of its community.
So, congratulations to Bill and his family! This is a great day. I feel so honored to have been able to make the above video to honor Bill’s sports career and I can hope that it does him justice. To Bill!
Eight more days! Eight more days! Did anyone see Kate Middleton visit the National Portrait Gallery this morning? She was wearing a blue Stella McCartney number and a circular necklace mimicking the Olympic rings. Love her. But I digress. We have Olympic history to attend too! Eight. More. Days!
So, America and the former Soviet Union (a.k.a. Russia) have always had a tricky relationship. There was the whole Cold War thing, and the Bay of Pigs, communism, yada yada. But it has made for some intense sporting events! And while today’s great moment isn’t exactly great (it’s actually the opposite of the 1980 USA hockey team win over Russia), it’s definitely a story that has been talked about for ages.
The one bad thing about the Final Four/NCAA National Championship Monday (other than Kentucky winning, ugh) is that once it’s over, we have to wait eight whole months before the next season. I’m assuming this is why God gave us the Masters and Easter Sunday day-drinking. I’m assuming.
I’ve been reading a lot about people thinking that maybe this year’s tournament was ho-hum. I could be swayed in that direction. Other than the Missouri loss, there wasn’t really a lot of in-your-face drama this time around (come on, no one should be surprised about that Duke loss to Lehigh). The rightful (possibly cheating) heir cut down the nets last night, just as they were supposed to. The Final Four matchups were a 1 vs. 4 and a 2 vs. 2. Boring. Or, you know, maybe not.
Are you ready? I mean, ARE. YOU. READY? I know a lot of people don’t count Tuesday and Wednesday’s play-in games as the “actual” tournament, but I beg to differ, because it just extends the Madness! Plus, I have South Florida making it to the Sweet 16, so I really need them to get past Cal tomorrow.
So let’s discuss my bracket. I have Kentucky winning it all, which I’m not super excited about, and I’d be fine with it not happening, even if it means I lose out on this year’s bracket pools. I’m just such a Calipari hater. But, other than Indiana pulling off another UK upset, I just don’t see them losing. My other Final Four teams: UNC, Ohio State and Missouri. Don’t hate the player, hate the game.
It’s only January (ok, close to February) but I’m pretty sure I’ve already surpassed my basketball game total from last season and the season before, combined! Between my St. John’s season tickets, trips to North Carolina for some ACC action, and a few Ivy-A10 match-ups here and there, it’s certainly been an exciting few months of college basketball for me. And now I share it with you.
Take a peek at my basketball life so far in NYC. See for yourself how Wally Szczerbiak’s eyebrows have a mind of their own. Get a good look at Lou Carnesecca in my creepy stalker picture. And of course, analyze the breakdown of Duke’s defense in their last second loss to FSU. I have at least 50 times. Enjoy!
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Photo courtesy of The Sporting News
So this post is a tad premature since we’re not technically at Midnight Madness just yet, but you know what? I have a wedding to get to this weekend in Houston and sometimes I just don’t have time for you people. There. I said it. Not that I don’t love you. Clearly I’m writing this early so that you all have something to read. So I do care. I just can’t be on top of everything, all the time…Don’t leave me. I’m nothing without you. I’ll be better. Ok. I’m done.
We’re nearing that perfect time of the year when college basketball springs into action. I got my St. John’s season tickets in the mail yesterday, and life is starting to feel right again. It seems like only yesterday UConn went on their great run to win both the Big East Tournament and the NCAA Tournament. I still hate them, but I love me a good sports story.
I'm just fed up, Jim.
Approximately 7 wonderful years ago, I was a junior at Boston College. I was working, as most of you know, as a manager for the men’s basketball team, and the school and athletic department had just recently cut a deal to move from their ingrained spot in the Big East to the every-shade-of-blue ACC.
Well, there were some people who didn’t take this news well. And by some people, I mean UConn basketball coach Jim Calhoun. So while BC did their farewell tour of the Big East Conference schools in the winter of 2004-2005, Jim Calhoun continued to spew venom our way. And I’m pretty sure he vowed he would never, ever, play us again. Ever.
Well that’s going to be pretty tough when your campaign to join the ACC ends up being successful, isn’t it Jimmy?
Alright, so I’m not going to say this was my mom’s fault, but I am going to say that she’s to blame.
As we all know, Jeanie Carroll has an undeniable knack for forcing people to do things they don’t want to do, and several times in my life this something I didn’t want to do was go for a long walk while a natural disaster/storm was happening outside.
During the Blizzard of 2001, Jeanie made me, Jamie and Jack the Dog walk all the way to the Holleder Center to catch Dad’s basketball practice. Halfway there, Jack’s glom was frozen to his face, and Jamie kept screaming “I’m not in a very good place!” When Jeanie came to visit me in January 2010, she forced me to walk the 3 miles to and from Zaftigs in Coolidge Corner. My body hurt so, so much the next day, since I was bracing myself for a fall on the ice the entire time. And most recently, in North Carolina last weekend, Jeanie led a group along the “trails” of Cary, only to be caught in a torrential downpour from which my clothes have still not dried. And this, of course, resulted in the destruction of my most beloved sneakers.
Marcus Camby and John Calipari (AP File Photo)
On June 16,2011 (a date that will live in infamy), a monumental blow was struck for truth, decency, democracy and the American Way of Life as the NCAA finally “forced” the University of Kentucky to recognize John Calipari’s 42 vacated victories from his days of cheating at UMass and Memphis.
While many will not rank this event as high as the Magna Carta, the “shot heard round the world” at Lexington and Concord, or the breaking down of the Berlin Wall (Editor’s Note: To be fair, this did include a performance by David Hasselhoff, so…), coaches who have toiled for years doing things the right way will hold it higher.
Two years ago at a party, I entered into a heated conversation with a young, beautiful Kentucky grad (let’s call her Virginia since she also graduated from UVA Law School and practices in the state). I tried to give her a little history lesson and tell her the “esteemed” Adolph Rupp was a racist and anti-Semite who covered up point shaving incidents while coaching her cherished Kentucky Wildcats. I went on to point out that Kentucky did not have the correct record for John Calipari listed in its media guide.
Yes, the Championship Game was certainly not what we had hoped for, but the 2010-11 College Basketball season was terrific! UConn’s run will have to go down as the best ever – I’m not a math guy, but I don’t believe it’s possible to win more than 11 games in a post-season. Butler getting back to the Championship Game is an accomplishment that should not go unnoticed. And 70,356 people attending the final game will be hard to match.
We also had VCU reaching the Final Four, probably replacing George Mason as the most recognizable modern Cinderella. Jimmer Fredette won the Naismith Award, and singlehandedly carried his BYU team to national prominence. So, what could we possibly do to make the GAME better? We need to clean-up the image.