Christmas in Dixie
Dec. 21st, 2006 09:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jenny_wildcatOkay, I can talk now. I spent the last two days in Cedar City and St. George watching my brother play basketball games and Christmas shopping and ribbing the Zoobie fans on their way to the Las Vegas Bowl.
The Hurricane High Frat House (Party ovah here... even though we can't tell three seconds from the Three Stooges)
Next stop was Hurricane High on Wednesday. I had a friend that moved from Hurricane and she was quite short. Now I know why. That high school is quite the "built for short people, by short people" structure. If I stood on my toes, my head could have hit the ceiling. And that was just the hallway outside the gym. The gym was designed by Satan himself. It was dark and they had the furnace on at 70 degrees. The beasketball players weren't the only ones breaking a sweat. What was funny was that they had this niiiiice LCD scoreboard that would display the names of the players and even play a computer-generated ad for the National Guard every timeout. I don't know why. I would have thought they could hock that thing and afford some lights for the gym.
Enough about the ghetto facilities. The refereeing was the same as at Canyon View. My brother had a couple of clean blocked shots that they called as fouls. He ended up fouling out during the JV game because the refs hate big guys. It wasn't just my brother either. During the Varsity game, our other big center blocked a shot in midair, didn't even hit the shooter, who tripped and the ref called a foul on our center. I guess our guy fouled the invisible sixth man or something, who knows? It's a good thing the refs let up in the third quarter because there were a number of parents who were going to kill somebody (one player even had to tell his dad to shut up). We won, even though the refs almost didn't let us. That was good, at least.
I do hate complaining about the refs, because I sound like a bunch of Zoobies whining. Speaking of which, who am I to deny my fans the wonderful jokes that inevitably come about when you're talking about BYU.
Wow, thanks for getting through that insanely long post, but hey, I've been away for a few days. Say what you will about how wonderful Johnny Beck is and how cute BYU is, I'd still rather be a Utah Man.
Love from,
Jenny Wildcat
PS, I wonder, how great is it that BYU is winning if they're playing a team (Oregon) that doesn't even want to be there? Just an observation...
The Refs are from Orem... (LJ cut, in case you couldn't tell)
...and will be 'til they die!
I'd heard that high school basketball referees from south of Orem were crap, but I'd never thought it would be this bad. On Tuesday, Delta played Canyon View in Cedar City. I don't know about you, but if you know anything about high school basketball, it's a little odd to start your Varsity players (as in, your stars) on the JV game. So, Canyon View started their star players and ran the score up on our JV game. The refs let them get away with all these huge take-your-head-off fouls, but if Delta so much as breathed on the other team, they got called. Canyon View's coach finally pulled his starters out in the second half and let us get back in the game. We were actually only down by four points in the fourth quarter when our point guard was going up for a rebound and two of Canyon View's biggest guys came down hard on top of him. Our guy was on the floor with his chin split open and bleeding all over the court and the refs have the cahoneys to call our point guard for a flagrant foul. Not just a foul, a flagrant foul (flagrant meaning it was intentional). The Delta fans (which, there was no small number in attendance) freaked out, not to mention the coaching staff and the boy's mother. If I was that ref, I would have been fearing for my life at that point. Needless to say, the JV lost, but our Varsity came back pissed and won.
...and will be 'til they die!
I'd heard that high school basketball referees from south of Orem were crap, but I'd never thought it would be this bad. On Tuesday, Delta played Canyon View in Cedar City. I don't know about you, but if you know anything about high school basketball, it's a little odd to start your Varsity players (as in, your stars) on the JV game. So, Canyon View started their star players and ran the score up on our JV game. The refs let them get away with all these huge take-your-head-off fouls, but if Delta so much as breathed on the other team, they got called. Canyon View's coach finally pulled his starters out in the second half and let us get back in the game. We were actually only down by four points in the fourth quarter when our point guard was going up for a rebound and two of Canyon View's biggest guys came down hard on top of him. Our guy was on the floor with his chin split open and bleeding all over the court and the refs have the cahoneys to call our point guard for a flagrant foul. Not just a foul, a flagrant foul (flagrant meaning it was intentional). The Delta fans (which, there was no small number in attendance) freaked out, not to mention the coaching staff and the boy's mother. If I was that ref, I would have been fearing for my life at that point. Needless to say, the JV lost, but our Varsity came back pissed and won.
The Hurricane High Frat House (Party ovah here... even though we can't tell three seconds from the Three Stooges)
Next stop was Hurricane High on Wednesday. I had a friend that moved from Hurricane and she was quite short. Now I know why. That high school is quite the "built for short people, by short people" structure. If I stood on my toes, my head could have hit the ceiling. And that was just the hallway outside the gym. The gym was designed by Satan himself. It was dark and they had the furnace on at 70 degrees. The beasketball players weren't the only ones breaking a sweat. What was funny was that they had this niiiiice LCD scoreboard that would display the names of the players and even play a computer-generated ad for the National Guard every timeout. I don't know why. I would have thought they could hock that thing and afford some lights for the gym.
Enough about the ghetto facilities. The refereeing was the same as at Canyon View. My brother had a couple of clean blocked shots that they called as fouls. He ended up fouling out during the JV game because the refs hate big guys. It wasn't just my brother either. During the Varsity game, our other big center blocked a shot in midair, didn't even hit the shooter, who tripped and the ref called a foul on our center. I guess our guy fouled the invisible sixth man or something, who knows? It's a good thing the refs let up in the third quarter because there were a number of parents who were going to kill somebody (one player even had to tell his dad to shut up). We won, even though the refs almost didn't let us. That was good, at least.
I do hate complaining about the refs, because I sound like a bunch of Zoobies whining. Speaking of which, who am I to deny my fans the wonderful jokes that inevitably come about when you're talking about BYU.
Rise and Shout Brand Kitty Litter (the LJ cut is your friend, trust me...)
So BYU is in Las Vegas for the Las Vegas Bowl. Apparently the Bowl people like it when BYU comes because they fill up the stadium, but I can't imagine that the city of Las Vegas gets much from it. The BYU fans take two things to Las Vegas: a ten dollar bill and a copy of the Ten Commandments and they don't break either of them. They think that if they were to get a room in Las Vegas, the First Presidency would show up and revoke their temple recommends. Ute fans would show up on Monday and party all week. We were listening to the radio and the announcer said -- I kid you not -- that two BYU fans got in a rear-end crash. What do you want to bet that one was a minivan with freaked-out parents whose kids spotted one of the Vegas taxis and asked "Mommy, what are showgirls?" Priceless.
Anyway, St. George profited more than Las Vegas did. St. George was flooded with tour buses and minivans with big blue "Y" flags. The St. George Chuck-a-Rama was standing-room-only for the 2-for-1 senior and kids-eat-free deals. I had to elbow some little "Rise and Shout" teeny-bopper at the salad bar. She was "intensely offended" that I would dare elbow one of the special spirits whose calling and election is made sure with her MRS degree in nursery.
Speaking of the Boogers' song, Dad and I figured out what "Rise and Shout" really means. It can mean:
1. What you say after a successful boob job
2. What the cheerleaders (and John Beck) do
3. What BYU fans do when their pet cougar finally uses the litter box (Coach "Bitter Beer Face" Edwards uses "Rise and Shout" brand kitty litter. Multiple strength for multiple criers).
The sports radio was a veritable testimony meeting. John Beck was touting Gary Crowton's praises ("He recruited me twenty years ago when I was a freshman"). Coach Pony Boy kept saying how much the BYU program misses Crowton (yeah, so do the Ute fans).
So BYU is in Las Vegas for the Las Vegas Bowl. Apparently the Bowl people like it when BYU comes because they fill up the stadium, but I can't imagine that the city of Las Vegas gets much from it. The BYU fans take two things to Las Vegas: a ten dollar bill and a copy of the Ten Commandments and they don't break either of them. They think that if they were to get a room in Las Vegas, the First Presidency would show up and revoke their temple recommends. Ute fans would show up on Monday and party all week. We were listening to the radio and the announcer said -- I kid you not -- that two BYU fans got in a rear-end crash. What do you want to bet that one was a minivan with freaked-out parents whose kids spotted one of the Vegas taxis and asked "Mommy, what are showgirls?" Priceless.
Anyway, St. George profited more than Las Vegas did. St. George was flooded with tour buses and minivans with big blue "Y" flags. The St. George Chuck-a-Rama was standing-room-only for the 2-for-1 senior and kids-eat-free deals. I had to elbow some little "Rise and Shout" teeny-bopper at the salad bar. She was "intensely offended" that I would dare elbow one of the special spirits whose calling and election is made sure with her MRS degree in nursery.
Speaking of the Boogers' song, Dad and I figured out what "Rise and Shout" really means. It can mean:
1. What you say after a successful boob job
2. What the cheerleaders (and John Beck) do
3. What BYU fans do when their pet cougar finally uses the litter box (Coach "Bitter Beer Face" Edwards uses "Rise and Shout" brand kitty litter. Multiple strength for multiple criers).
The sports radio was a veritable testimony meeting. John Beck was touting Gary Crowton's praises ("He recruited me twenty years ago when I was a freshman"). Coach Pony Boy kept saying how much the BYU program misses Crowton (yeah, so do the Ute fans).
Wow, thanks for getting through that insanely long post, but hey, I've been away for a few days. Say what you will about how wonderful Johnny Beck is and how cute BYU is, I'd still rather be a Utah Man.
Love from,
Jenny Wildcat
PS, I wonder, how great is it that BYU is winning if they're playing a team (Oregon) that doesn't even want to be there? Just an observation...
