BCMurt09 {l Wrote}:Logitano {l Wrote}:Dick Rosenthal {l Wrote}:Logitano {l Wrote}:Dick Rosenthal {l Wrote}:2001Eagle {l Wrote}:I think it’s more fun to sip bourbon and ponder whether I was more depressed on March 17, 2001 when we lost to a team full of douchebags from USC, or March 19, 2005 when skinner and BC blew an 11-0 lead and lost to UWM, or maybe March 24, 2006?
In the end isn’t BC just doing us a favor by removing any chance at bad March memories?
This is actually a good post, Madigan. You should feel good about yourself. The USC loss horrible. Wasn’t that the game that ended with one of our players driving for a layup as time expires when we were down 3? I remember exactly where I was during the game, but have blocked out the details of the game. Of course, a couple of weeks later Kolanos did his thing and slayed the hockey drought, so the USC choke faded. The UW-M loss was terrible, but I had just returned from a lengthy sojourn in a horrible shithole country and was spending the weekend in my former Manhattan stomping grounds. I got exceedingly drunk and woke up the next morning in the dorm room of some Strasberg Theatre chick from NYU without any memory or understanding of how I got there—I have a vague recollection of doing something awful and inappropriate in the Brass Monkey, but can not recall specifics. Anyway, the Method Actress was, however, very consoling that morning and I still think of her fondly when someone mentions method acting. I think when Towely got caught looking the wrong way against Vanilla No Fun was the most traumatizing of all the Skinner choke jobs. Just fucking horrible and I had to watch it in the Hawk and Dove surrounded by drunk junior hill staffers because reasons, while the future Mrs Rosenthal wondered why I was so mad “because they tried really hard.” The only upside of that evening was goading a compatriot of mine into going home with the plump LD for Barbara Boxer and him telling me the next day that he was so drunk he shat her bed after he passed out after coitus and she still gave him her phone number as he left her befouled Barracks Row Townhouse.
Also, I insist on ignoring the fact that our new coach is named Earl, because My Name is Earl was only a middling comedy and he is such an unknown that I think if we just refer to him as Eddie, the national media will just run with it and then we can make Eddy Grant references or insist that he is actually the Eddy Grant and get Blauds to write an article about how good he looks considering Electric Avenue came out 40+ years ago.
As a man of Troy I was in the Coliseum (a house of horrors for an old ranger fan like yourself) that night and laughed when Kenny Harley drove and took a contested layup down 3 as the game ended. Backup College at its finest!
Georgetown '07 on St. Patrick's Day was a rough one. I believe Captain Oates handed the ball over to a Georgetown player near the end or something odd happened where it was like, "Why would you do that?" Georgetown coached by the infamous JTIII went to the final 4. If what's his face is not thrown out of BC we probably make a major run that year (although hard to not count out Skinner having a WTF). He was hitting jump shots and nobody could get near the rim! I was at the Society Bar (RIP) that afternoon. Only BC picks a bar with one bathroom stall for the entire bar as its game watch bar. My ex girlfriend from my days at the Heights was there and she stood next to me chatting the entire game (we had not seen each other in about 5 years) and at a certain point I was like wow I guess this happening. The game ends and I then found out the bro to her left that sat and drank by himself and spoke to nobody was her boyfriend. As the buzzer sounded he grabbed her by the elbow and took her out of the bar as I realized she and I were holding hands at the end of the game. FUCK GEORGETOWN and anyone who has family that went there!
You know, my Grandfather, who saved your terrible high school alma mater from bankruptcy held a graduate degree from Georgetown. Is your hostility to Georgetown a result of your failure to marry one of his granddaughters and thus gain entry into the extended O'Rosenthal clan? And did I ever meet your BC girlfriend? Aside from your romantic interactions with my assorted family and friends (and it is too bad it didn't work out for you with Mo--she makes a shit ton of money now and the guy you lost to has been unemployed for years and living the life of a pampered North Shore Haus Frau and playing Shoreacres every day) , my favorite was the GC's daughter. Sure, she appeared to be bipolar as best I could tell, but you'd have been set up nicely and you seem to like crazy.
To be clear I was trying to take a shot at the beak and Gtown's biggest superfan Murt. Grandpa Jasper got caught in the crossfire.
Isn't Mo unable to make a baby? Logo 3.0 lives a pretty comfortable life.
You never met BC girlfriend. Crazy in Florida did once. That was not a great day for me.
Me right now.
Are they still the Jaspers? I saw a car the other day with a "Manhattan Engineers" sticker on the back and I can't imagine anyone being that enthusiastic about their degree program so I assumed Father Jasper was canceled for some reason and so that had to change the name. Interestingly the Manhattan baseball team has entered into an agreement to play their home games at Dutchess Stadium, home of the Single-A Yankees affiliate, which just seems incredibly inefficient.
Having five members of my extended family who have engineering degrees from Manhattan (Your Dad knows one of them), I can tell you the engineering program is the crown jewel of the school, so I could see someone driving around with such a sticker. With that said, Father Jasper has not been cancelled.
Surprised to hear they are playing baseball up in Fishkill, that's a bit of a haul, although the facility is fantastic. Probably a lot cheaper for the visiting teams--all of who bus in anyway--to find hotel space on the cheap (where you don't risk getting murdered) in Dutchess rather than in a reasonably proximate area to Riverdale. Of course, I give Manhattan credit for thinking outside the box--and they have a history of doing so from a facilities standpoint. As all the parties are now dead, I can say that about twenty years ago, a few very politically connected and wealthy Manhattan alums got together with a local billionaire (and graduate of the Prep) to discuss building a large arena in Yonkers that would replace the dumpy Westchester County Center with a facility that could actually hold large concert events and might be used to lure the Nets out of New Jersey. It was also proposed that in order to ensure that their was a regular basketball tennant in the facility while they worked on the Nets that Manhattan, Fordham and Iona would play home games there (hence, this thing getting kicked off by a now deceased, formerly very prominent Manhattan alum/wheeler-dealer attorney). They went so far as to get Pataki on board and the dumb Spano who was Westchester County Exec (but not related to the corrupt Spanos of Yonkers--although I'm sure that Nicky was on board as well and probably trying to figure out how much he could skim off the project) was also on board. The Yonkers-born billionaire, got buy in from the Rooneys, as the property would abut and use part of Yonkers Raceway grounds and the billionaire was willing to kick in personnel funds for an ownership interest. Fordham and Manhattan were willing to guarantee meeting certain levels of ticket sales, parking and concessions. The deal came apart in the end because a couple of the key players, including the billionaire, died. Then, when his kids were willing to kick in for a scaled down version of the original proposal that would still have been an ideal venue for college basketball, smaller concerts, trade shows and minor league hockey, the state and county reduced proposed funding and--although it was not dispositive to the collapse of the deal-- Iona was unwilling to sign up for any guarantees while Fordham and Manhattan continued to do so.