Hiatus

I haven't blogged in awhile, mainly because my computer has a virus, and that makes it difficult to do pretty much anything. So until it's fixed, the blogs will be few and far in between.

Oh, and really Beas? Really?!

San Diego: Check!

-Ever notice this? If there is a prolonged amount of clapping, after awhile, it will become unison clapping. Is that some sort of mathematical theorem I've never heard about? Keep an eye (ear?) out for it next game. Whichistomorrowat7. Uh. It's pretty freaky.


-Oh, Mr. Willis. May I call you Tre'von? Way to bring the D. Apparently the people I was with these past few games thought Drunk Guy was onto something and proceeded to use the nickname The Future. Guess I'll have to go with it.



-Why, helloooo, Oscar! I admit, he's a guy I don't know that much about. Or have heard that much about. And now I'm wondering "why?!" He threw up a few 3!s. Awesome. Oh, wait, what? There's MORE?! A dunk? Man oh man. I think we'll have to expect the unexpected from this fella.

-No Beas? I noticed, but it didn't bother me as much as it would've had other aspects not been awesome. Maybe we'll see him next game.

-I saw The Season (yeah, a knock-off of "The Future" nickname) flash before my eyes when Wink went down after he collided with a player on the other team. Oh my. Seeing him come back from the locker room (in one piece) warmed my heart. Awww.

-Oh, that new score board is nice. So are the ad things (technical term there) on the side. When the lights go out before the fireworks and it says "The Rebelution has begun"...Awesome.

Don't forget, next game is tomorrow at 7. It's 1983 time.

Let the games begin!

Ah, it's good to be back in the Mack again, with the fireworks, "Reeebelllls" chant, and drunk guys! Uh, wait, what? More on that at the end.

A few things about the Exhibition game:

-So it wasn't as much of a blow-out as we expected, but that's okay. I do have to comment on the "fair weather fans" that I was surrounded by. We're down by a few points, someone misses a 3!, and you say "You can't even make a shot?! So much for the Rebel-ution!" (Anyone else remember they increased the 3! line? I'm guessing that'll take some getting used to.) Then the lead increases and you're a fan again? C'mon, guys. Have some faith.

-After hearing hype about our new players, it was good to see them in action. Brice is surprisingly graceful (or so I imagined) for being the big guy that he is. Beas was a little awkward, but hey, I'd be awkward too if I were over 7 feet. Oscar had a few "Uhh, that was weird..." moments, and Tre'Von showed what he's capable of. I think given a few more games, they'll all find their niche's and work everything out. Besides, it's gotta be tough playing for a big crowd for the first time.

-It was a bit of a "sloppy" game (to quote the RJ), but hey, it's an exhibition. I'm not worried. The new guys will get going, and the veterans will get their grooves back.

-Back to the drunk guy thing, seriously, you're annoying. Sorry if this is you (not really), but getting hammered from your two beers and then yelling "Tre'von Willis! The Future!" (among other things) during any silences is not a great way to make friends. Or keep the ones you have. I'm all for enjoying the game, but let the people around you do so too. Please pause as I climb down from my soapbox...Okay.

On that note, The Rebel-ution has begun...

Now the wait for the REBELution

So in a perfect world, this blog would have some kind of point, something to make it cohesive and organized. But, alas, the world is not perfect, and so here's my buffet selection blog.

-I'm bummed about Matt Shaw's ACL. My sister tore hers and had it fixed in January and is just now getting back into her game. Maybe Matt will heal faster? Perhaps, but I'm not going to count on that. It's too bad too, because he really was stepping up the last games of last season.

-As of this post, we're 4-1 in Australia. I know it doesn't count until our actual season starts, but hey, it's still pretty cool. And the abundance of PlayaBlogs has kept me entertained for longer than I care to admit.

-The ad campaign that ran in the RJ was a lovely unexpected surprise. Nothing like reaching for the sports page and seeing Darger with "Joe Knows Winning". Kudos ad people, kudos. (To see actual pictures, go to JB's blog. Or the RJ.)

-We're #22 on Gary Parrish's "Ridiculously Early But Still Kind of Fun Preseason Top 25 (and one)". Now, I get that it's too early to tell, and it doesn't really mean anything, and blah blah, but still, I think it's pretty awesome.

-Oh, yeah, CoachKruger.com?! I swear, now they're just feeding my addiction.

So that's that. Go Rebels!

So much for the predictions!

Anyone catch the Kent St. vs. UNLV game? Anyone see how we pretty much owned Kent St.? Anyone see Rebel-doubters' brackets fall apart? Check, check, and check.

What a way to start off the tourney. It wasn't a close game, the only part that was close was the beginning, and even that didn't last long. We (yes, we, didn't you see me on the court?) managed to hold them to 10 points for the first half, something that hasn't been done since 1939. Yes, 1939, as in almost 70 years ago.

The Rebs brought their game to that, uh...game. And now we'll need them to bring it again, multiplied by 10, to the Kansas game. We need to cause Kansas to force turnovers, and then we need to convert those to points. We need all the boys to play their hearts out, and put forth their best effort.

Reading the RJ today, one of the quotes in it talked about the Rebels underdog mentality. And it's true. People just keep doubting, and then we prove them wrong. I vote that we do that again today. Just like the song, let's give them something to talk about. Go Rebels!

Let the games begin!

I was hestitant to write this blog, because really, there's nothing I can say that hasn't been said about our team, our coach, and our upcoming game.

I could say that Wink deserves a hat trick after dropping three 3!s, or that NeNe is Michael Jordan (not Dennis Rodman, ReviewJournal, shame on you). Or that Coach K has done what no one really expected (but a lot of us hoped). But that's all been said.

With that, all I can really do is wish our Rebels "good luck". Regardless of what happens, it's been one heck of a season to watch, especially after being told time and time again it was going to be nothing special. So show Kent State what you can do, and whatever happens, know that you've all made me proud to bleed Rebel Red. Go Rebels!


(Sorry about the let-down, Brian.)

Throw some 3!'s on it

My oh my. What a game.

-I wasn't at the game, and I am bummed that I wasn't. According to my good ole radio, the Mack has been De-Rebeled, with no fireworks (!!!) , but with the addition of a soon-to-be-ankle-breaker of a MWC logo.

-The final score was 88-89, which is practically unheard of (by me, anyway) for our Rebels, or moreso of the other team they're defending. And how did the scores get so high? It was like TCU found a genie that granted 3!s instead of wishes. My goodness. I thought it would stop after the first half, because, well, that's ridiculous. But nope, the 3! rain just kept fallin'.

-With that being said, my respect for the Horned Frogs, which wasn't all that high (see a previous blog for a picture), has grown tremendously. It was obvious that TCU played with everything they had, and it almost paid off for them. Well played, well played indeed.

-After some extensive research, I've reached the conclusion that "Matt Shaw" actually means "Unexpected 3! point maker" in a language that is a distant relative of Russian. Where did they come from these past two games? Know what? I don't care, just keep 'em coming, Matt.

-NeeeeNeeee. He was my pick for the Leslie Pool Supplies (once again, thank you radio), Player of the Game, but Wink beat him out with a little baby 3 play. (Totally kidding on that one). Seriously though, R-Geau is EV-ERY-WHERE. Even the announcers were remarking on it, albeit in the form of cheesy jokes--wait, who am I kidding, I live for cheesy jokes. Tangent aside, Nene gets things done. I really can't praise him enough. The guy was one rebound away from a Double-Double. (Oh, yeah, anyone catch his interview in The LV Sun? He likes naps, I like naps, yesssssss!)

-You know how some people have a signature move? Nene's is two moves merged into one, a hybrid of basketball, if you will. It's the "Steal the Inbound Pass and Then Bring Tt Home With A Slam Dunk".


-(My blogging was interrupted by my Dad calling and telling me the Rebs were favored by something like 11 points. Eh, so we didn't win by 11, but we won.)

-Wink Adams. I'm trying to decide whether or not the game being decided by a 3-point play that wasn't a 3! is irony or just pretty damn cool. Regardless, Wink did it. He so totally did it. Being quadrupled teamed? Not a problem, he'll get fouled and then lay it in. Or previously in the game, he'll get the ball knocked out of his hands, recover it in midair, and get a basket. I swear, he needs a Jock Jam to be named after him. Let's Get Ready to Wink? Whomp! There is Wink? Who knows, it just needs to be done. And soon.

-Why hello with the defense Darg. Oh, and a few buckets, of course. It's getting to be commonplace, it's almost ridiculous. (Just almost though, so feel free to keep it coming.)

-I think that's all of the individual stuff I'm going to mention, even though of course all of the other Rebs, did their thing as well. Good job guys, good job.

-Tournament play is way more intense than I expected (and I think that goes for a lot of other people too). Our boys need to remember that everyone wants to win as bad as we do, so we need to bring it. Go Rebels!