As I took Passport D leading back to Transit Mall, I thought, "Six points is not an insurmountable margin." But if our other teams do not pull their weight, it might as well be.
I could see it coming from as far as Mars. After those two games at the Walter Pyramid involving our basketball teams, UC Irvine got some well-deserved leverage, and now we are six points behind the Anteaters in the race for the Black and Blue Rivalry Series surfboard, 15-9. And the Great Hoopspression of 2008 continued.
But, you know what really got me irked, to put it quite frankly? A couple of stupid UCI hooligans for students were standing in our section. Section 111 in the Pyramid is the student section, and these guys were trespassing on our side our the Myd.
So, I went over, and told them, "Hey, what are you doing in our section?"
"We're just enjoying the game here."
"No. You are not allowed to be here. Get out of our section, right now."
"But we're just enjoying the game here."
"I said, get the fuck out of our section. NOW!"
"No, we're just enjoying the-"
"Take this, you UCI motherfucker!"
And all hell broke loose.
Now, let's make it clear here. I was being rather nice to one of these turds, by giving a gentle shove. It could have, and should have, been a sharp kick to the ribs and gut. To the cheers of the Monson Maniacs, I told Dustin Watten, one of the Masters of Le Sexy Volleyball, "These sons of bitches are SOOOOOO going down. And you WILL do it. Understand?"
He, Dan Alexander, Dean Bittner, and the other Masters present at the men's game gave an emphatic, "Yeeeeah!"
After the game, I told my good friend, Cindy Masner, one-time interim athletic director for the Beach and a great advocate for the department, about the unfortunate situation. I also criticized the fact that the Event Staff did not approach these guys, and escort them out, thus avoiding this situation altogether. Finally, I let Cindy know that "...this will be the LAST time you give me that warning, because I have your word that you will prevent such things like this from happening again. You understand?"
She nodded, I thanked her for her cooperation, and I took off. But at the same time, I wondered the possibilities in the other B&B matches.
At least the rugby, ice hockey (I just found out a few minutes ago on LMU's site) and women's water polo teams won today. But Mary Hegarty and Dan "The Taekwondo Man" Monson (that is the new epithet I give him, for his accuracy in kicking the billboard in frustration, and his garb. Hiyaaa!"), bless their hearts, they must have felt like Katrina blew by their houses. More so for poor Mary, God forgive her transgressions.
Such is the politics of sport. And thus, my intention to explore the politics, the red tape, the yin and yang, if you will, in the Sport Management program, GRE and process willing.
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That is the last time, I try to stomp a drink can before tossing it into the Recycle Bin. In an unexpected demonstration of physics (and an inability of my left foot to get all that can), my Rockstar Zero Carb can (contents already downed..oh, by the way, it has been ages since I chugged one of those bad boys down. No really. It has.) flew out of the seat and onto the floor. The Event Staff thought I threw it into the floor. Make a note of that, Jo-Ryan, to just drop the can, unstomped, into the bin.
"Roger. 10/4. Thank you."
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Also at the women's game, a young girl, came up to me, and poked me a bit. I wanted to give her a high five, and to my surprise, she didn't know how to do it. (Either that, or she is making a really serious case to become a Zot when she grows up.) I told the parents, "You are going to have to tell your kid to have some respect." If I have to power to give a tall broad a sharp kick to the gut, unfortunately for the little girl, I can send her flying like a soccer ball several feet with a simple swing of my right leg.
I kid you not.
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And I just found that the Great Hoopspression of 2008 was not restricted to Long Beach State. If the Sisters of Mercy would polish the 49er ladies off the floor, against Long Beach City College, it should be declared a Holy Day of Demolition. And the Viking men's aren't spared damage either. As if losing to John Featherstone's Noble Men of Murdock wasn't bad enough, both Vikings hoops teams lose to the El Camino Warriors.
Ouch.
On the next exciting episode of "The Masters of Le Sexy Volleyball..."
- Paul Lotman inches closer to the Thousand Kills Society
- The crowd ooohs, aaahs, and everything in between.
- The Revenge Tour continues.
- Athleticism...Le Sexy Volleyball revived!
- The explanation behind, "There are ALTERNATIVES."
- Yours truly bounces, bends, falls flat, sings, dings, bangs, hangs and rises, adjusts his frowns a la Yin from Darker than Black, dons faces, and even gives the Masters a tongue-lashing for nearly letting USC successfully back into Game 2. (And also flings shirt off.)
- New single from the Beach Band: Muse's "Knights of Cydonia."
- Side adventures of Brigham Young against Cal State Northridge.
- Dean Bittner avenges Trojans' Dirty Tactics of violation "Dahleeeng"
- Who is Dahleeeng!?
- No, seriously, who is Dahleeeng!!?
- USC's men miss the Wench from Wroclaw, Asia Kaczsor (who is still a whore for single-handedly breaking our hearts last autumn).
- JR's take on USC women, and their impurity in the eyes of the Beach
- The spinaround...and the Night Boat to Cairo!?
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