Post by jahidihoya on Mar 11, 2005 14:03:27 GMT -5
So I am hanging out last night talking to some UConn fans. Well, I spoke while they kind of just grunted and mumbled. I was interupted by a couple of people with a ton of credentials on. They make some comment about the way I am dressed and that asked the immortal question:
"Sir, would you like to take part in a half-time promotion?"
The beer I had been drinking during the afternoon made my next two statements come out of order. I first said: "Yes, sure". This was then followed by my question: "What do I have to do?"
I was then told that I would have to ride a tricycle around the court. Being a man that is over 6'4" and 250lbs this is no small task. I confirmed that I would still do it so long as they put me against a UConn fan! My competitive fire was lit!
At around the 10:00 mark in the 1st half they get me and put me in a BEAUTIFUL seat. Center court, maybe five rows off the court. It was really great (although our quality of play started to drop a bit). There were two clowns sitting there already. A UConn student and a Syracuse student. My competition. The funny thing was that these kids may have actually been taller than me.
They bring us into the tunnel where we are introduced to the CEO of Cooper Tires (the sponsor of the event). Very nice guy, but you could tell that in the back of his mind he was probably wondering what an old man (me) was doing in an event like this.
The tricycles were TINY. I think they could have fit in my pocket if I tried hard enough. They introduce each one of us and I have to admit that it was an amazing thrill to be on center court at the World's Most Famous Arena and hear your name get called out. This was a thrill for me even though I was wearing a dog mask! It inspired memories of one of my favorite MSG moments from my childhood and I began to act like Hulk Hogan at Wrestlemania I. I was cheered by some, but booed by most.
The grand prize - a set of four tires and a chance to win a trip to the Final Four!
There was no scientific way possible for my legs to peddle the tricycle. I would have to shuffle my feet to do it. I put my feet back and I am ready for the fast start.
They put us on the line. The countdown begins. I want to win the contest. Make my University proud! We are Georgetown!
Go! I immediately kick in with my first launch and POP the front wheel breaks and I am now sprawled out on the MSG court. It was a pile of baby blue uniforms, Nike Terminators, a Yankee chain and a dog mask. As I pick myself up it became quickly apparent that I was effectively out of the race. So I did what comes naturally and began heckling Jonathan the Husky right on the court.
The race ends and Syracuse wins. Another Georgetown defeat on the MSG hardwood.
I would like to thank everyone I met over the past two days in NYC. It was a perfect way to end an exciting season. Even though my car still has the same old crappy tires on it, I have to admit that every silly thing was worth it.
Go Hoyas! Win the NIT so we can go back to MSG!
"Sir, would you like to take part in a half-time promotion?"
The beer I had been drinking during the afternoon made my next two statements come out of order. I first said: "Yes, sure". This was then followed by my question: "What do I have to do?"
I was then told that I would have to ride a tricycle around the court. Being a man that is over 6'4" and 250lbs this is no small task. I confirmed that I would still do it so long as they put me against a UConn fan! My competitive fire was lit!
At around the 10:00 mark in the 1st half they get me and put me in a BEAUTIFUL seat. Center court, maybe five rows off the court. It was really great (although our quality of play started to drop a bit). There were two clowns sitting there already. A UConn student and a Syracuse student. My competition. The funny thing was that these kids may have actually been taller than me.
They bring us into the tunnel where we are introduced to the CEO of Cooper Tires (the sponsor of the event). Very nice guy, but you could tell that in the back of his mind he was probably wondering what an old man (me) was doing in an event like this.
The tricycles were TINY. I think they could have fit in my pocket if I tried hard enough. They introduce each one of us and I have to admit that it was an amazing thrill to be on center court at the World's Most Famous Arena and hear your name get called out. This was a thrill for me even though I was wearing a dog mask! It inspired memories of one of my favorite MSG moments from my childhood and I began to act like Hulk Hogan at Wrestlemania I. I was cheered by some, but booed by most.
The grand prize - a set of four tires and a chance to win a trip to the Final Four!
There was no scientific way possible for my legs to peddle the tricycle. I would have to shuffle my feet to do it. I put my feet back and I am ready for the fast start.
They put us on the line. The countdown begins. I want to win the contest. Make my University proud! We are Georgetown!
Go! I immediately kick in with my first launch and POP the front wheel breaks and I am now sprawled out on the MSG court. It was a pile of baby blue uniforms, Nike Terminators, a Yankee chain and a dog mask. As I pick myself up it became quickly apparent that I was effectively out of the race. So I did what comes naturally and began heckling Jonathan the Husky right on the court.
The race ends and Syracuse wins. Another Georgetown defeat on the MSG hardwood.
I would like to thank everyone I met over the past two days in NYC. It was a perfect way to end an exciting season. Even though my car still has the same old crappy tires on it, I have to admit that every silly thing was worth it.
Go Hoyas! Win the NIT so we can go back to MSG!
