In which I fail to mesmerize the men's basketball team and attend a tragic funeral

Whee! You know, there's just something about basketball. I mean, I mean, aside from all the stuff I don't get. Like, the buzzer goes off and interrupts the pep band. It's so sad cuz the pep band is really funny cuz half of it plays off-key -- and they play Beach Boys songs. (Note: Lisa wasn't one of the half that played off-key.)

So, I've decided that the reason that the home team always loses when I go to games is because they are mesmerized by my beauty. Then I thought about it and decided that can't be true because if that was the case, then both teams would have to lose. Nikki K. says that the other team just deals with it, because they know full-well that they don't have a chance with me anyway, and they concentrate on the game rather than on me.

It was sad today. I went to a lot of trouble to make myself mesmerizing. I even wore makeup. But we won anyway. How sad! (Lol -- I'm kidding!) It was tons of fun. I kept telling Nikki K. things about muscles. Like, "See #32? He's got a nice sternocleidomastoid!" I had to explain what a sternocleidomastoid is and she was telling Shannon D (#2 -- I know three Shannon D's) about it, but she called it a sternomastoidclavicus.

When the other team stole the ball, I said, "You're not supposed to do that! Meanyhead." Nikki K. was so impressed with my "trash-talk."

Cool quotes: "I want a duck on my head!" ~Nikki K.
"Don't ask me to explain, there will be pain if you don't go and get that duck!" ~Me (singing -- from VeggieTales)
"Don't ask me to explain, there will be pain if you don't lose this game!" ~Me (my version of the aforementioned song)

Andy, Jeremy and Matt are so modest . . . they wear t-shirts under their jerseys so we can't see their deltoids. It's so sad . . . Aw, well. It's cool that they care enough about the thoughts running through the ladies' minds that they'll do that. :-) (I'm pretty sure that's why they do it -- it's not like they have an opportunity to get cold . . . )

The coaches looked very distressed. One started to yell at a player, and I said, "Nikki K., I wonder if coaches die young of heart attacks. They seem very distressed all the time . . . " It's very sad. They should learn some anger management skills . . .

Lisa was playing in pep band and when it was over, she and Nikki K. and I were walking back to their dorm. Lisa was playing all the songs that Dave hates -- you know, Taps and . . . that other one. It so happened that Lisa and Nikki K's goldfish, Tot, had passed away suddenly and very unexpectedly. We were much saddened by this turn of events, and Lisa and Nikki K. decided to have a funeral (aka a fish-flushing party) for poor Tot. Lisa was playing Taps in the tunnel (it was very echoey) and she decided to play Taps at poor Tot's funeral. It was so sad. I laughed until I cried. I can't begin to describe it to you -- it was one of those things that you would have had to witness to get the full impact.

{Sigh} They weren't mesmerized . . .
~MK