Category Archives: Central Connecticut

Devils May Care

I was going to half ass my way through this essay the way I half assed my way through the last one but then ‘Wait a minute fun,’ he thought, referring to himself in the third person, ‘What if we,’ he thought, referring to himself as the royal we, ‘What if we were to sit down and see if we can’t pound out two thousand words, just like we did in the good old days when having written meant looking forward to getting paid — and to make it even more difficult we’ll do it sober, I mean relatively sober anyway, there were those mimosas this morning and the beers with lunch, but we haven’t started drinking martinis yet and it’s nearly 1 PM.’ So here we are.

So yes, St John’s defeated Central Connecticut State Saturday afternoon 87-57, about which there’s not much to say about it except that a mere two games into Coach Third Choice’s tenure at St John’s the team came out flat and stayed that way for about 20 minutes. In fact the only reason they weren’t behind at the half was because the threes they kept chucking up kept going in. Whereas the other guys not so much. Still, whatever halftime adjustments CTC made worked a treat and SJ put CCS away early in the second half and didn’t look back.

To put this in perspective though the last time St John’s played CCS the score was 80-55 and that was under the lazy and unmotivated Chris Mullin, who couldn’t coach his way out of a paper bag and spent most of his tenure at SJU drinking inappropriate amounts of water and tying his shoes. Remember too that even though CTC’s first class was pretty lackluster Mullins 4-star leftovers and his two-star bluebloods are outplaying only the no-star recruits they’ve had the good fortune to be facing. For which reason until conference play starts or they lose to Vermont I’ll be withholding judgment on just how bad this team is going to be … Not much of interest in the box score: all of SJ’s 11 three pointers came from Heron and LJF, while the rest of the team was a combined oh for eleven, which carry the one is not very good; nor is 15 turnovers against barely a Division I school very good; and neither is shooting 53 percent from the free throw line. One basketball guru noted on a fan board after the Mercer game that lost in the shuffle of that resounding victory was that SJ had shot 80 percent from the free throw line and when was the last time that had happened, which note to that dummy the last time that happened was two games ago in the Big East tournament and the next time it happens you might want to keep it to yourself because evidently you’re Eddie Mush.

PLAYERS: It’s almost like Mustafa Heron is trolling us now: after shooting 3-15 from three in his last six games last year — including an oh fer in the NCAA tournament — he’s this year shooting 76 percent. Prediction: he cools off … LJF had what for anyone else might be a career: 17 points, six rebounds, and six assists. For him he seemed a bit off … Champagne once again displayed some lively basketball instincts and was a couple of rebounds away from a double double, which is pretty good even considering the competition although prediction: he cools off and then later hits the freshman wall … Josh Roberts had his second seven rebound four block game, although it might be a little early to pencil that in for the rest of the year. He does have mad hops though yo … The rest of them came back to earth a bit. Nick Rutherford — who one geriatric wag compared to the late great Mel Utley and I’m not even making that up — had one assist and four fouls in 18 minutes … Much to the chagrin of the red and white crowd great white hope David Caraher was 2-7 from the field which means he’s shooting 35 percent from the floor and an appalling 14 percent from three. Prediction: He heats up, a little … Damien Sears had 11 rebounds in 14 minutes, which seems like it should be a misprint, Earlington was Earlington although less so and Greg Williams continues to look lost and out of place.

NOTES: I took a bunch of notes last night but they make little sense, which is odd because I wasn’t even that drunk yet. For example in the middle of the page it says “Frank Thomas, WAC!,” which WAC stands for ‘what a cunt’ and in light of day I can’t imagine why I’d want to call the Big Hurt a cunt … St John’s allegedly hosted last evening something called “Basketball Family Day” as a part of which 125 former athletes and team managers were honored at half time. I can’t barely find any mention of it on the internets but am led to wonder: who was number 126, aka the guy who failed to make the cut. My money’s on Paul Berwanger, but then it is always … The game was called by someone and Len Elmore, who told for the umpteenth time the story of how he was all set to come to St John’s and then Louie went to the Nets and Len hied off to Maryland where he went on to become an All American and a first round NBA draft pick. I suppose if you’ve never heard the story before it’s interesting but it’s also a bit rude. I mean imagine if some girl you never quite managed to bang every time you saw her she went out of her way to tell you about the guy she fucked instead. It’d get pretty tired pretty quickly … Speaking of tired Coach Third Choice might want to consider losing that soul patch, unless he’s going to start wearing zoot suits on the sidelines. And speaking of facial hair LJF might want to consider a trim as well, because he looks like the best supporting actor in a beheading video … Central Connecticut State is coached by Donyell Marshall, a former BE Player of the year and lottery pick who went on to a long and respectable NBA career. Unfortunately for CCS being a successful NBA player does not always translate into coaching success: DM is in three years at CCS 31–61 total, which includes 16–38 in conference. Still, you’d have to think that as a prodigal son returning to the site of his former glory for a program that’s made the NCAA tournament a mere three times this century he has some measure of job security … Along with 10-odd other universities CCS are called the Blue Devils, which got me to thinking: what the hell is a blue devil? I know what a red devil is (aka Beelzebub) and a Sun Devil (a whirlwind) and even a sea devil (aka the angler fish, also known as the monkfish,

which is sometimes called the poor man’s lobster, which btw is not a reason to put fucking mayonnaise on it and you know who you are), but the etymology of blue devil escaped me. Well. Evidently blue devils are apparitions supposedly seen by sufferers of delirium tremens, aka the DTs, which explains why I never heard of them, because the DTs are an affliction that affects those who lack the willpower to not give up drinking. It’s come to mean over the years more than that: its synonyms include “mulligrubs,” a word meaning stomach ache or colic and “collywobbles,” meaning depression and which apocryphally was shortened to refer to a type of music allegedly inspired by melancholia, aka the blues. This seems a bit fanciful to me, but I read it on the internets so it must be true. As a mascot for athletic teams the term seems to have arisen from the moniker of a brave group of World War I French paratroopers called “les Diables Bleus,” which seems apocryphal to me as well, I mean a brave Frenchman, pull the other one.

 

CCSUssudio

Back when I was in law school Joe Biden was running for president – this was before it came out that he was a serial plagiarist who cribbed speeches from everyone from Robert Kennedy to Sally Fields, they like  me, they really like me – and one evening he attended an event on campus, which was in New Hampshire and where his college room mate taught Evidence. At the end Joe answered questions from students that had previously been submitted on 3 x 5 index cards, this being before the internet. Being even back then a bit of a wag I asked “whether Senator Biden thought the American people so shallow that they would elect as president a man who combs the last few remaining strands of hair over his pate in a forlorn attempt to hide his baldness.”  (I had not then yet imagined President Donald Trump.) Joe didn’t answer my question but the expression on his face when he read it was priceless, and I’m reminded of it each time I see him and his fashionable plugs – for which I credit myself – on television, which I did yesterday morning when he appeared with the repulsive Matt Lauer as part of his Darn-I-wish-I’d run-for-president tour.  Joe didn’t run last time – no doubt he didn’t want to end up like Seth Rich and Vince Foster – and so instead he spends his days rehearsing a bald version of Hamlet: to be president or not to be, that is the question; I didn’t run, I wish I did, I might, I could win, the sight of which is enough to make me throw myself in the river atop Ophelia. Hey Joe where you going with that gun in your hand : make up your mind and run or don’t and may the best moron win but for god sake shut up about it. I mention all this because the original paragraph I wrote here, since excised, was my own version of Hamlet. Because when I woke up yesterday morning my nearly very first thought was, shit, there’s a basketball game tonight and  I have to write 2000 words about it and another 2000 words about Nebraska on Thursday, and so on, and so on, and so on. And it occurred to me that I’ve taken two of the few things in life I enjoy, writing and college basketball, and turned them into one thing that’s a chore: writing about college basketball. It’s as if I combined cigars and horse racing and ended up setting the barn on fire. Which is why I started this essay the way I did. But you know what? That sort of hand wringing is just not very interesting – even when I’m writing about it – and so I’ve told myself exactly what I told Joe. Write your stupid little blog or don’t, but pull your head out of your ass and stop being such a little bitch … To wit

About the game it’s once again too early to tell anything much except that the guards are really quite good: Simon had a double double and Ponds almost had one; Lovett scored 15 points, all in the second half. Ahmed (13 points, 3 rebounds) looked a little better but still forced it a bit. Owens had six points, five rebounds and two blocks, which is almost exactly what he had last game (5/6/2); if you asked me whether I’d take that all season I might say yes. Clark was a non factor with four fouls and Yakwe was once again a non factor and  really has no excuse for his behavior, except maybe he doesn’t like playing basketball. Brian Trimble Jr. can shoot a bit and isn’t shy about it. Alibegowitz didn’t come in the game until there were about five minutes left and I didn’t miss him; still there were 187 posts on various fan boards about what a great  center he’d make if he only was a completely different player, by which I mean a talented one who played center. Which he isn’t, he a stretch stinks. As a group they look to be a bit more committed to playing defense than they were last year – it’d be hard not to.  Still 21 is a lot of turnovers  to force and it may be that there are not so many blocks this year because the guards are occasionally stopping people from getting in the lane. Probably we’ll know more after Thursday. Nebraska stinks but they stink in the Big 10, which currently comprises 14 teams.

Speaking of plagiarism, here’s the game recap courtesy of Reuters

St. John’s rolls over Central Connecticut

St. John’s produced three extended scoring runs to pave the way for an 80-55 non-conference victory over Central Connecticut on Tuesday night at Carnesecca Arena in New York City.

Sophomore guard Shamorie Ponds led St. John’s (2-0) with 21 points and nine rebounds. Sophomore guard Marcus LoVett delivered all 15 of his points in the second half while Arizona transfer Justin Simon posted a career-high 12 points with 11 rebounds.

Junior center Deion Bute paced Central Connecticut (0-3) with 19 points and nine rebounds while senior forward Mustafa Jones added 13 points. That duo combined to hit 14 of 21 shots from the field, but their teammates canned just 6 of 27 (22 percent).

Central Connecticut lost its first two games by a combined five points at Hartford and Rutgers, but couldn’t cling as closely to St. John‘s.

The Red Storm subdued the Blue Devils with 9-0 and 11-0 runs in the first half, but saved their 16-0 knockout blow for the second half once Central Connecticut pulled within 12. The final spree featured multiple behind-the-back passes on fast breaks as St. John’s regained control.

St. John’s canned 8 of 14 3-pointers until junk time reduced its final showing to 9 of 21 from long range. The Red Storm forced the Blue Devils into 21 turnovers and won the rebound battle by nine.

Good grief but that’s some shit writing. You know why? Because it violates the number one rule of good writing: don’t try to be interesting. (Rule two is don’t use adverbs, badly. ) I don’t mean don’t write about interesting things or don’t be interesting when you write, I mean don’t try to make mundane things interesting by describing them using grandiose hackneyed language. If e.g. someone says something, say “he said,” not he declaimed or interposed or speculated or good forbid ejaculated. If someone scored, say they scored; they didn’t deliver; they didn’t can anything. Dominos delivers and  Chicken of the Sea cans and I occasionally ejaculate. There was no rebound battle, no final spree, no knockout blow. Nobody rolled over anybody and no one didn’t cling as closely to anything else, which is anyways redundant, because cling means “to hold on tightly,” so if you’re clinging your you’re close by definition. It’s atrocious writing and these dopes get paid to do it and I write like this for free. There’s something wrong with this business model.

Notes: Central Connecticut State University is in – wait for it – Central Connecticut. Turns out there’s not a lot of their they’re there there – CCSU’s most famous alumni in nearly 200 years is pretty boy actor Richard Grieco, the least successful member of 21 Jump Street. (The most successful member belongs to Johnny Depp.) The basketball team is coached by Uconn’s Donyell Marshall – not to be confused with Donnie Marshall’s terrifying eyebrows – the fourth pick in the nineteen I can’t be arsed to look it up NBA draft. Marshall spent 15 years in the league, where he played along side amongst others Chris Mullin. Last night however CCSU was coached by someone called Witkoskie, as Marshall  is currently suspended for slapping around one of his assistant coaches after practice. Besides having a coach whose name is impossible to spell or pronounce CCSU shares with the finest Ivy league school in the ACC, that’d be Dewk for those of you scoring at home, a sports mascot, similarly being called the blue devils. Considering those coincidences I’ve decided to help the dopes at Reuters by putting together a brief guide to telling the schools apart. Probably the easiest was is to note which coach had his tail cut off after being chased up the clock by the farmer’s wife: that would be the dook blue devils of the ACC, coached by Mike Schrewshrensky. A second way is to compare horseflesh. This for example is an ACC coed who was featured as “Cheerleader of the Week” by Sports Illustrated magazine.

Chubba Chubba. Hubba hubba.

As you can see, Dook girls are not terribly attractive, although I have it on good authority that they’re easy.

(Speaking of bad writing Sports Illustrated once wrote an entire article about verse penned by America’s then poet laureate, JJ Reddick

My life story is read in poetic stages
I was once weak-minded, now I’m courageous
The cause and effect of a thousand actions
The mathematical breakdown of micro-fractions
It’s difficult to fathom the coming of the rapture
What if I awoke in an empty pasture?

The answer is that if you awoke in an empty pasture it wouldn’t be empty, would it stupid, and also you’d risk being confused with a cow patty.

https://deadspin.com/5591005/americas-dumbest-student-athlete-jj-redick-duke-university)

This on the other hand is a random CCSU coed, not even a cheerleader

This is another one

So to recap.

Dook University:

Central Cameltoe State

To finish up, how about some shitty music about bad writing.