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Underwhelmed

Less than 90 points. The Grinnell basketball team cracked under the pressure of appearing on national television and only managed to make one-quarter of their three-pointers—traditionally the bread-and-butter scoring play of Coach Arsenault. The team only lost by one point, and it was a last-second nailbiter, so all was not lost.

Actually, we had a bunch of fun, meeting up with Grinnell alums ranging from class of '65 to class of '04. One couple even brought their daughter. A future Grinnellian? Could be.

Our rugrat stayed with a babysitter, and we enjoyed a night out with friends. Maybe there'll be another opportunity for the Pioneers to show their stuff on ESPN2. How about aiming higher? ESPN. Or pay-per-view...wouldn't that be a kick.

In the meantime, I'll jump on the fairweather-fan bandwagon and yell a hearty "Go Shocks!" as my alma mater, Wichita State, continues its winning ways on the court. The Shockers play Illinois State on Saturday night at home in a sold-out Charles Koch Arena. Their final two games are scheduled to air on Fox Sports Midwest— 1p.m. Feb. 26, against Southern Illinois University, and 8 p.m. Feb. 28, against (wow, a team from my "new" neck of the woods) University of Northern Iowa.

However, I think we have Fox Sports CHICAGO. Bummer. But maybe they'll do better if I'm not watching. I didn't exactly bring Grinnell good luck last night, did I?

Comments

Brianne said…
I'm a hardcore Jayhawks fan now. :) I never got into it until I started watching the games with Brett. And ho boy, those guys ROCK. Langford can fly, Simien's the man, Miles is Rudy (seriously - looks like Rudy from the Cosby show) and then there's Moody and Sasha Kaun, and the other awesome freshmen. GO HAWKS! :) I'm a traitor to WSU aren't I?

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