We'll get 'em next time.

I decided to blog about the Runnin' Rebels because well, I do love to blog, and I do love the Rebels. It seems like a good match. However, I freely admit that I'm not a basketball know-it-all. Or even a basketball know-most-of-it-all. Not even close. So if a play-by-play recap is what you're expecting, I'll warn you up front that you won't find one (although I do know of a good blog for that). What you will find is an obviously biased blog about Runnin' Rebels basketball.

The last time we played against Air Force, they were ranked, and they were also beaten. I remember questioning my choice of flip-flop footwear before we stormed the court, but then quickly deciding that a few bruised toes would be worth it. It was. However, Air Force this time around was a completely different story. My toes didn't get bruised, but my heart certainly did. In fact, the Toni Braxton song "Unbreak My Heart" comes to mind. What the heck? I listened to the game on the radio (always a good time), and I kept hoping things would get better. We made the first basket, but then things went downhill from there, and quickly. I don't know what was going on, but our boys just couldn't eek out enough points. Terry made most of the points, and poor Wink couldn't seem to get any of the 3!'s he went for. Bailey made what sounded like an awesome shot (remember, I was listening on the radio), you'd think the momentum would have been going, but no, the momentum was short-lived. And really, this Tim Anderson fellow? Where did he come from, and why wasn't he stoppable? 21 points in the second half? Not cool man, not cool. I think I'm done talking about Air Force, it just saddens me, much like the Arizona game. I think the hardest part about watching the Rebels lose is knowing that we have an awesome team that somehow, in some way, didn't reach it's potential.

I like things that make me happy, and the thought of next season makes me happy. I know it's a bit premature to be thinking of such things, but hey, it's my blog. Seriously though, I can't help but think what certain people who quit the team will think when we are National Champs next year. "Whoops, shouldn't have quit!" comes to mind, doesn't it? Next year will be glorious.

As for the BYU game, let's hope Daddy Krug gets our Rebels into shape. We need the boys to bring their game, we can't let BYU get the championship. We need a Win. I'll see you at the Mack.