I won my first giveaway, yay! Thanks Kiera, I'm so excited!! In your honor I'm recycling an old guest post. Kiera charged me with writing a post in hopes of a response from her husband, Mr. Incredible. Sadsly, I'm still recovering from the FAIL, but the story is a fave from the Cuse days so I'm moving past the let down and sharing it here today...
My focus: Sports. Beer. Syracuse.
I just so happen to have attended the right school to know all about each, and trust me, they are best when combined. Consistently ranked as #1ish in the nation in terms of snowfall, the options for what to do, during the 9 straight months of all snow and no sun, were limited. Fortunately, we had beer and we had Syracuse Basketball!
Possibly the best weekend of my life, started out on Friday, April 4th, 2003. This also happened to be my 22nd birthday, and the day before the Final Four game of Cuse vs. Texas. If anyone is not aware, the number 44 at Syracuse is a big deal, HUGE actually. I was turning 22 on 4/4. 22 is 1/2 of 44. 2x2=4. The Final Four started the next day. Are you with me? (Hey, at least I didn't say four has 4 letters!)
The weekend went as follows:
Friday, April 4th - BEER-B-Que in the snow for the birthday, my roommates were awesome like that. Yes, the girls manned the que while the guys stayed inside where it was warm and dry (lame).
Saturday, April 5th - Rally by drinking excessive amounts of beer during the Cuse Final Four game (of course they won, numbers don't lie), stumbling down to the guys house after to celebrate.
Sunday, April 6th - I honestly don't remember, but guessing it had something to do with beer.
Then comes Monday. Technically, Monday is not part of the weekend, but in college what day isn't the weekend? I'm not the only one who planned their class schedule around the bar specials. Right?
Monday, April 7th - To backtrack a bit, the roommates and I weren't exactly social drinkers, meaning we needed an activity. At the bars, we took cards or introduced newbies to 7-11-doubles (the dice game, we're evil). Before any sporting event, we pre-gamed with Power Hour or Beirut. So of course we needed to do something during the game. Why not go shot for shot with a player of our choice? Done. Using beer we each took a shot every time our player did, I chose Hakim Warrick (I seriously miss watching him dunk on the big guys), and we all drank with Carmelo. Why? Because we're awesome! The night was filled with shouting, singing to picture frames of boyfriends studying abroad, and maybe a loss of some clothes.
In the end, Cuse won, thanks to my man Warrick, and the rioting began! Unless you've experienced it, I don't know if I can do justice to the true euphoria that comes from drunkenly watching your school win a national championship during the best post-season that exists in any sport. Superbowls? They come and go. 5 is enough for me at the moment. World Series? Eh. NCAA Men's BB Championship? Um, Yeah!
The Warrick block, along with the image of Kansas students crying, will forever be imprinted in my Happy Place memory bank.
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**This post was (not really) sponsored by Labbat Blue, thank you for helping me create so many lasting memories in SiberaCuse.**
7 comments:
Hence the reason I'm glad I don't drink beer, hehe.
I loved college and all, but I always wished that I had gone to a school that had great team sports.
I remember when you posted this at Kiera's.
Whenever U 0f A won, maybe 97? My BFF jumped off the roof of her apartment and into the pool. Like an idiot.
This is why I went to UCSB where all the teams sucked excpet the surf team. I would have killed myself along the way in celebration.
I am a Utah Ute fan myself (and BYU hater, we are one in the same), but I went to the regionals here in Salt Lake this year when Syracuse got beat by Butler. I have never seen such a saddened group of fans in my life. I felt bad for them, but really, they won the championship like 4 years ago and my Utes haven't won it since 1947, so I didn't feel too bad.
Hence, the reason I should be drinking beer...Thank God I'm youthenizing and should reach college age, soon! Come visit when you can...
I could not possibly agree with you more. I was there in 98 when U.K. won the NCAA championship and witness, firsthand, the RIOTING!! Couches burning in the street (really who drags their couch out to the street and then lights it on fire?? How does that even come a tradition??) And of course the police in riot gear. But none of that could stop the party. I will honor you and root for the Cuse when they play...unless they're playing U.K....then y'all are going DOWN, biotches!!! xoxo ;)
PS Neal thinks it's funny that he keeps saying "now that you're living in Georgia, I just know you're going to become a Georgia bulldog." Is that grounds for divorce?
yea redo! flash from the good ol past ;)
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