So, I've been trying to get out there and send my resume out for job openings, internships for about two months now since being home from the road trip... Many e-mails never garner a response, which is very difficult not hearing anything back from anyone.
It's a very depressing and dejecting process. Despite the state of the economy, it's easier-said-than-done not to take it so hard when unable to get a job.
I finally got response back from an email I sent out after coming across of CraigsList posting for a Graphic Design Internship. After sending e-mails back and forth, about my abilities and experience with certain creative programs, and so forth. Answer one question about my understanding that I will not be compensated for travel or given a stipend of any kind, I happened to mention that I'm a train ride away from the city and that I understand that the expenses are entirely on me.
I then got a reply to my e-mail that said: "An hour commute too long... I'm sorry."
What?! Am I being rejected from this internship because I live too far away? That doesn't make any sense. Going in to New York City is what I figured I'd be doing for a while, what thousands of people do around here, they take the train in to the city to go to work. That's not a foreign idea.
So then I thought, Maybe he thought I mentioned it implying that it's a major imposition on myself to go out of my way to take the train in everyday. Okay, so I e-mailed the guy back basically saying: "Sorry if there was any miscommunication on my part, I didn't mean to imply anything about my ride in to the city. I am very much interested in this internship, and I look forward to continuing the process."
I just now got the final response: "I'm sorry but an hour commute IS too long."
That's it.
That's all it said.
...
WHAT?!
Are you kidding me? You're telling me that taking the train in to the city is too bothersome an ordeal for YOU to handle? So many people take the train in to the city for work every day, people that live farther out East on the Island than I do. Why is this an issue?
As long as I get in on time, and get my work done, what should it matter to this guy how long it takes me to get in?
I'm just honestly blown away that I've been eliminated from contention for an internship because I don't live close enough to New York City. Are you FUCKING kidding me? One of the rare responses I've gotten to my 40, 50 something e-mail/resumes that I've sent out, and I'm out of the running, not because I'm inexperienced, not because I'm incapable, but because this guy feels that my commute in to the city is too long.
My mind is boggled.
Monday, December 14, 2009
Thursday, November 5, 2009
It's Been 9 Long Years.... WHAT?!
So, Last night I had the displeasure of watching the Yankees win the 2009 World Series. For the fifth time in my life, the baseball season ended with the Yankees on top, and I saw it live, on TV.
OK, I'll admit: in 1996, I was a fan. They were playing the braves, and in my young age, I was a bisexual baseball fan - the Yankees and the Mets. Plus, this was back when the Mets were unwatchable.
By 1998, my age had hit double digits - I was a little bit older, a little bit wiser, and the Mets were becoming legitimate, with the acquisition of Mike Piazza. I was totally hoping the surprise underdogs, the Padres, would pull it off. Led by Tony Gwynn, the NL representative posted no threat, and got swept.
In 1999 the Yankees were again playing the Braves, so I was silently rooting for team NY.
Then, in 2000, the turn of the millennium, the amazing happened: the Mets were in the World Series! However, so were the Yankees.
That fall was an interesting time; everyone in the tri-state area seemed to be rooting for both New York teams. Everyone wanted to see the Subway World Series, the Mets VS the Yankees for the championship. Well, while the rest of the country was too busy trying not to barf, baseball's pockets were treated with an all-New York World Series.
I wanted so much for the Mets to win, for three umbrella reasons:
1 ~ They were my team, and I wanted to see them win.
2 ~ I hated the Yankees, and I wanted to see them lose.
3 ~ I wanted to shut up all of my Yankee friends and classmates.
Game One: Benitez blew the save in the bottom of the 9th, and the Mets bullpen lost it in extras.
Game Two: Clemens throws the broken bat piece at Mike Piazza (it still blows my mind how he was not thrown out of the game at that point - completely deliberate). The Mets posted 5 runs in the ninth, but came up one short and again lost by one run.
Game Three: The Series turning to Shea, the Mets get the win by breaking the tie-score in the bottom of the 8th. They're back in this series! Right?!
Game Four: Mets lose a one-run game, to go down in the series 3-1.
Game Five: The Yankees scored two runs in the top of the ninth to break the tie-game, and won the World Series.
Although the 2000 World Series showed the Yankees winning 4 games, and the Mets only taking one - every game was extremely close. The Mets had a genuine chance to win each and every one of those games; and if it wasn't for Benitez and the rest of their bullpen blowing games late, they really could've won it.
It broke my thirteen-year-old heart. We'll just have to get 'em next year, right?
Yeah, sure.
In 2001, I was so strongly rooting for the Arizona Diamondbacks. Nevermind that I happened to somehow get Randy Johnson and Curt Schilling as my two top starting pitchers in Fantasy Baseball (yippee!) and had enjoyed watching them dominate all year (except for whent hey played the Mets, of course), I really wanted - no, I needed them to beat the Yankees.
Without getting in to description, we all now know how they came back and beat the Yankees in possibly one of the most exciting World Series finishes in a long while (1997, Marlins beat the Cleveland Indians in an extra-innings walk-off game-7-winning hit, but - who was watching? Honestly?)
I remember watching the series on my couch with my family, painfully watching as the Yankees swept the middle three games in New York as B.H. Kim, who had a pretty impressive season as Arizona's closer after Matt Mantei was lost the rest of the season due to injury, blew it. My dad was rooting for Rivera and the Yankees to win game 7, I was praying it went the other way.
Luis Gonzalez gets the game-winning hit off Rivera, the expansion-team from Arizona wins the World Series, and most importantly, to me, the Yankees did not.
In 2003, I was happy to see the where-did-they-come-from Marlins, led by Josh Beckett, beat the Yankees in the World Series [this, of course, after the ALCS Game 7 debacle that saw the Red Sox losing a sure thing, which I really don't need to get in to]. I was happy to see all the snotty self-entitled Yankee fans that I called friends feel some semblance of heartbreak that I endured in 2000.
Over the next handful of years, whether it was the Angels or the Red Sox, I was happy to see that the Yankees didn't reach the World Series. I will refrain from the 2006 NLCS as, well, it's still just too painful to re-live. And the Mets have never been the same since.
Plus that is not the point of what I would like to say here.
2009 - the Yankees VS the defending World Series Champion, and NL-East champs, Philadelphia Phillies. As the big debate arised of who would Mets fans be rooting for? - the Yankees or the Phillies, I chose the Phillies.
How could you root for the Phillies? The Mets' rival? It's New York VS Philly, baby! I would do a lot of things before I would EVER root for the Phillies. We, as Met fans, HATE them! It's New York baby!
I couldn't agree any less with the above sentiments. Until 2007, when did Mets fans hate the Phillies? Sure, they're division rivals, but as one of my friends pointed out to me, it never really mattered. Either the Mets were too awful to care about their rivals, or the Phillies were a complete non-factor. I grew up despising the Atlanta Braves, they were the absolute devil. The Phillies were like the Montreal Expos, a complete non-factor in the world of Mets' rivals.
The Mets sucking, or blowing it two years in a row - yeah, it was painful. EXTREMELY painful. Luckily for me in 2007, I was in London for the fall... as the Mets lost game after game, it wasn't hard to ignore the reality of their downfall, being five time zones away from New York.
It wasn't so much the Phillies defeating the Mets, it was the Mets defeating the Mets. 2008 was more of the same. And yay, this year, everyone and their mother in a Mets jersey decided to get injured, as the Mets had a positively atrocious 162-game season.
It had nothing to do with the Phillies beating the Mets. Sure, I don't like them. I'd rather see the 2010 Philadelphia Phillies hold the record for worst single-record in baseball history than the 1962 inaugural New York Mets holding that distinction with 120 losses, to 42 wins.
But I have no hatred for the city of Philadelphia, or their fans. I never look at baseball as the CITY OF NEW YORK versus THE CITY OF PHILADELPHIA.
There is, however, one team in baseball that I do despise, and that feeling will never change or leave me: the New York Yankees.
Despite my father's plea that It's New York! How could you root for Philadelphia against New York? You're a New Yorker.
First of all, in my life-time, where is the significant New York - Philadelphia rivalry? The only Philly team that I really ever hated was the Eagles, as a Giants fan. Before the Phillies won the World Series, no Philadelphia sports team had won a championship since the 76ers won the NBA Finals in '83, four years before I was born.
If being a New Yorker means rooting for the Yankees because they're in the World Series and the Mets are not, then I suppose I'm not a New Yorker.
New York City, baby!, right? Wrong. Even though one team plays in the Bronx, and the other plays in Queens, people talk about these teams representing "the greatest city in the world" - New York City. I always thought that was a joke - with a hockey team out in Uniondale, Long Island... two football teams in East Rutherford, NJ - and the Bronx and Queens baseball teams, I always assumed the "New York" to mean New York state, not New York City.
I'm from Seaford, Long Island, a 55 minute train ride from Penn Station. I am NOT from New York City, nor have I ever claimed to be. Especially after a recent road trip, where I saw cities all over the country, the small chance that I was going to stay in New York, or at least the NorthEast, is all but kaput!
Aside from my sport team allegiances, I have no attachment to New York. If I had it my way, I'd be on the other edge of the country by next week, and I wouldn't care about leaving Good Ol' New York behind.
Yes, I am from the state of New York; but I don't live in Manhattan, therefore, I suppose I'm not a New Yorker. What the hell does it matter? I don't care.
Okay, I'm sure by now you get the point: I see no reason to root for the Yankees based on the New York VS Philadelphia argument.
I refuse to every root for the Yankees because I hate everything they stand for, and mostly, I hate their fans. Their sense of self-entitlement is what drives me crazy.
I once had a conversation with a Yankees fan, where they said the following line to me: The Yankees are bigger than baseball.
I thought my head was about to explode. I couldn't believe what I heard. When I told that little story to another person, their response was: Well, it's true. The Yankees are bigger than the game of baseball.
That was it for me. I could not believe what I had just heard.
The "typical Yankee fan," not that I need to get in to a long description, permeates a large percentage of the Yankee fans that I know, see, and come across.
For nine years, when I wore Mets jerseys, I heard some jerk-off yell "26, baby!" at me from across the street. Congratulations Tony, or Johnny, or Junior, whoever you are. How many did you win? And why do I care about how many titles your team won in the 20s and 50s? Whoop-dee-freakin-doo.
The Mets became a team in 1962, and won the World Series just seven years later in '69. In 1986 the Mets pulled off a classic win against the Red Sox and, nine months later, I was born [Yes, I've come to the realization that I was a Mets celebration baby = I owe my very existance to the Mets, and their World Series victory in late October 1986].
Though I found it hilarious, it was no big surprise to me last night to see once the Yankees World Series Championship was complete, how many facebook status updates were IMMEDIATELY posted, and dedicated to the Yankees winning number 27.
I found it fairly rediculous that when the Yankees won the World Series, how many people made it their proiority to update their facebook status. Though, I suppose that reflects more on the state of technology, and my generation and where people place their priorities, rather than it reflects on Yankees fans.
But what some of those posts said just blew my mind. Aside from the massive amounts of references to 27, which just makes me nauseus, I saw a rediculous amount of this, which is what made me dumbfounded:
"it's been too long..."
"It's been way too long! Champs once again"
"FINALLY! Champs again!"
"YANKEES ARE WORLD SERIES CHAMPSSS ONCE AGAIN!!!!!"
"I'VE WAITED 9 YEARS FOR THIS MOMENT!!!!!!!! AND ITS FINALLY HERE. 27."
Are you kidding me?
One of my friends said to me last night that if the Mets had won the World Series, I'd be doing the same thing, in regards to the facebook status updates. I was SO HAPPY she said this, because it allowed me the opportunity to unload on one of my Yankee-fan-friends with some fan reality. When she said that I'd be doing the same thing, my response was - "That is false, ______. If the Mets won the World Series, I would be no where near my computer, or my house... I would be out, with many many other people enjoying and celebrating."
I went on facebook to check the status updates that would surely innundate my newsfeed, because I was sure (again, like I said earlier - this doesn't say so much about Yankee fans as it does the state of my generation and the role that technology plays in today's society) people were sitting by their computers, with their line already typed out, wating for Teixera to make that catch at first base so they could click "Share" to share to the world, and to their fellow Yankee-fan-friends that they're Yankee fans, and that they're happy about the World Series win.
And as I said to my friend, I can assure you that if the Mets were in World Series and in a game-clinching situation, I would most certainly not be sitting at my computer, or with my cellphone clicked to facebook in my hand. Updating my "status" would be the farthest thing from my mind. I would not be home, or at my computer, I would not be alone, sitting on my couch - I would be OUT, with friends, with fellow fans, celebrating in a sure-to-be parade atmosphere. Buthey, maybe that's just me and my silly Met-affiliation mindset. I would thoroughly enjoy and treasure a Mets victory, because I understand, through 22 years of athletic infertility, how much a championship would mean.
Along with hearing the fan comments on news shows and reports last night, and this morning, you'd think it was the Cubs that just won the world series after a cuntury-long drought.
But no, it was the New York Yankees winning number 27.
The sense of self-entitlement is what gets me. They truly believe, far beyond that they have a great chance to win the World Series every year,a nd that they are favorites every year, because those are, unforunately, facts... but what gets me is they feel that they deserve it.
Back on the throne where we belong, the championship is back in its rightful city. Are you kidding me?
I actually watched some interviewee who was 125 pounds overweight (irrelevant? yes. funny? double yes) stuck in the driver-seat of his car, saying into the microphone that "this one was different, this one was for the fans. the fans who never gave up on the team, and who'se stuck with them all this time."
All this time? Nine LONG years?! Are you kidding me, people? Have some sense of reality, get down from your high horse, and feel free to celebrate all you want, as a fant hat's your right and privilege... but still remain a respectable member of society, please. Is that too much to ask? Hearing and reading too many people saying the most rediculous things. Think of all the cities who host long-tenured sports teams who haven't seen a championship since before World War II... people who can only say that their grandparents remember their team winning a championship.
In 2004 when the Boston Red Sox won the World Series, it was after an 87 year drought. Their last title came in 1918. Being in New York, I heard one side of the argument on who has "worse" fans, New York or Boston? Try enduring decades upon decades of letdown, and having your team leave you short of the ultimate prize for your entire life. Young people whose parents, neigh their grandparents, couldn't say that they saw a Championship title in their lifetime.
The Cubs last won in 1908. Can a Yankee fan even fathom what that must be like? I suppose the better question is, would they even care? No, they wouldn't care.
Because they're Yankee fans, baby.
27, baby.
The greatest city(? what?) in the world, baby.
If I'm supposed to be happy, because I'm a New Yorker; then strip me of my New-Yorkership. I don't care about the stigma of being a New Yawkah. In fact, I'd rather not be a part of it. There's a reason why other people hate New Yorkers, and you know what? I agreee with it. I'm not especially proud to call myself a New Yorker, for the sake of being a New Yorker.
I'm not from NYC, I'm from Long Island.. and that's been enough to deal with without trying to find off being a New Yorker.
If being a New Yorker means a blind allegiance to the Yankees, then no, I'm not a New Yorker.
Nine long years? Finally? Really? Psh...
OK, I'll admit: in 1996, I was a fan. They were playing the braves, and in my young age, I was a bisexual baseball fan - the Yankees and the Mets. Plus, this was back when the Mets were unwatchable.
By 1998, my age had hit double digits - I was a little bit older, a little bit wiser, and the Mets were becoming legitimate, with the acquisition of Mike Piazza. I was totally hoping the surprise underdogs, the Padres, would pull it off. Led by Tony Gwynn, the NL representative posted no threat, and got swept.
In 1999 the Yankees were again playing the Braves, so I was silently rooting for team NY.
Then, in 2000, the turn of the millennium, the amazing happened: the Mets were in the World Series! However, so were the Yankees.
That fall was an interesting time; everyone in the tri-state area seemed to be rooting for both New York teams. Everyone wanted to see the Subway World Series, the Mets VS the Yankees for the championship. Well, while the rest of the country was too busy trying not to barf, baseball's pockets were treated with an all-New York World Series.
I wanted so much for the Mets to win, for three umbrella reasons:
1 ~ They were my team, and I wanted to see them win.
2 ~ I hated the Yankees, and I wanted to see them lose.
3 ~ I wanted to shut up all of my Yankee friends and classmates.
Game One: Benitez blew the save in the bottom of the 9th, and the Mets bullpen lost it in extras.
Game Two: Clemens throws the broken bat piece at Mike Piazza (it still blows my mind how he was not thrown out of the game at that point - completely deliberate). The Mets posted 5 runs in the ninth, but came up one short and again lost by one run.
Game Three: The Series turning to Shea, the Mets get the win by breaking the tie-score in the bottom of the 8th. They're back in this series! Right?!
Game Four: Mets lose a one-run game, to go down in the series 3-1.
Game Five: The Yankees scored two runs in the top of the ninth to break the tie-game, and won the World Series.
Although the 2000 World Series showed the Yankees winning 4 games, and the Mets only taking one - every game was extremely close. The Mets had a genuine chance to win each and every one of those games; and if it wasn't for Benitez and the rest of their bullpen blowing games late, they really could've won it.
It broke my thirteen-year-old heart. We'll just have to get 'em next year, right?
Yeah, sure.
In 2001, I was so strongly rooting for the Arizona Diamondbacks. Nevermind that I happened to somehow get Randy Johnson and Curt Schilling as my two top starting pitchers in Fantasy Baseball (yippee!) and had enjoyed watching them dominate all year (except for whent hey played the Mets, of course), I really wanted - no, I needed them to beat the Yankees.
Without getting in to description, we all now know how they came back and beat the Yankees in possibly one of the most exciting World Series finishes in a long while (1997, Marlins beat the Cleveland Indians in an extra-innings walk-off game-7-winning hit, but - who was watching? Honestly?)
I remember watching the series on my couch with my family, painfully watching as the Yankees swept the middle three games in New York as B.H. Kim, who had a pretty impressive season as Arizona's closer after Matt Mantei was lost the rest of the season due to injury, blew it. My dad was rooting for Rivera and the Yankees to win game 7, I was praying it went the other way.
Luis Gonzalez gets the game-winning hit off Rivera, the expansion-team from Arizona wins the World Series, and most importantly, to me, the Yankees did not.
In 2003, I was happy to see the where-did-they-come-from Marlins, led by Josh Beckett, beat the Yankees in the World Series [this, of course, after the ALCS Game 7 debacle that saw the Red Sox losing a sure thing, which I really don't need to get in to]. I was happy to see all the snotty self-entitled Yankee fans that I called friends feel some semblance of heartbreak that I endured in 2000.
Over the next handful of years, whether it was the Angels or the Red Sox, I was happy to see that the Yankees didn't reach the World Series. I will refrain from the 2006 NLCS as, well, it's still just too painful to re-live. And the Mets have never been the same since.
Plus that is not the point of what I would like to say here.
2009 - the Yankees VS the defending World Series Champion, and NL-East champs, Philadelphia Phillies. As the big debate arised of who would Mets fans be rooting for? - the Yankees or the Phillies, I chose the Phillies.
How could you root for the Phillies? The Mets' rival? It's New York VS Philly, baby! I would do a lot of things before I would EVER root for the Phillies. We, as Met fans, HATE them! It's New York baby!
I couldn't agree any less with the above sentiments. Until 2007, when did Mets fans hate the Phillies? Sure, they're division rivals, but as one of my friends pointed out to me, it never really mattered. Either the Mets were too awful to care about their rivals, or the Phillies were a complete non-factor. I grew up despising the Atlanta Braves, they were the absolute devil. The Phillies were like the Montreal Expos, a complete non-factor in the world of Mets' rivals.
The Mets sucking, or blowing it two years in a row - yeah, it was painful. EXTREMELY painful. Luckily for me in 2007, I was in London for the fall... as the Mets lost game after game, it wasn't hard to ignore the reality of their downfall, being five time zones away from New York.
It wasn't so much the Phillies defeating the Mets, it was the Mets defeating the Mets. 2008 was more of the same. And yay, this year, everyone and their mother in a Mets jersey decided to get injured, as the Mets had a positively atrocious 162-game season.
It had nothing to do with the Phillies beating the Mets. Sure, I don't like them. I'd rather see the 2010 Philadelphia Phillies hold the record for worst single-record in baseball history than the 1962 inaugural New York Mets holding that distinction with 120 losses, to 42 wins.
But I have no hatred for the city of Philadelphia, or their fans. I never look at baseball as the CITY OF NEW YORK versus THE CITY OF PHILADELPHIA.
There is, however, one team in baseball that I do despise, and that feeling will never change or leave me: the New York Yankees.
Despite my father's plea that It's New York! How could you root for Philadelphia against New York? You're a New Yorker.
First of all, in my life-time, where is the significant New York - Philadelphia rivalry? The only Philly team that I really ever hated was the Eagles, as a Giants fan. Before the Phillies won the World Series, no Philadelphia sports team had won a championship since the 76ers won the NBA Finals in '83, four years before I was born.
If being a New Yorker means rooting for the Yankees because they're in the World Series and the Mets are not, then I suppose I'm not a New Yorker.
New York City, baby!, right? Wrong. Even though one team plays in the Bronx, and the other plays in Queens, people talk about these teams representing "the greatest city in the world" - New York City. I always thought that was a joke - with a hockey team out in Uniondale, Long Island... two football teams in East Rutherford, NJ - and the Bronx and Queens baseball teams, I always assumed the "New York" to mean New York state, not New York City.
I'm from Seaford, Long Island, a 55 minute train ride from Penn Station. I am NOT from New York City, nor have I ever claimed to be. Especially after a recent road trip, where I saw cities all over the country, the small chance that I was going to stay in New York, or at least the NorthEast, is all but kaput!
Aside from my sport team allegiances, I have no attachment to New York. If I had it my way, I'd be on the other edge of the country by next week, and I wouldn't care about leaving Good Ol' New York behind.
Yes, I am from the state of New York; but I don't live in Manhattan, therefore, I suppose I'm not a New Yorker. What the hell does it matter? I don't care.
Okay, I'm sure by now you get the point: I see no reason to root for the Yankees based on the New York VS Philadelphia argument.
I refuse to every root for the Yankees because I hate everything they stand for, and mostly, I hate their fans. Their sense of self-entitlement is what drives me crazy.
I once had a conversation with a Yankees fan, where they said the following line to me: The Yankees are bigger than baseball.
I thought my head was about to explode. I couldn't believe what I heard. When I told that little story to another person, their response was: Well, it's true. The Yankees are bigger than the game of baseball.
That was it for me. I could not believe what I had just heard.
The "typical Yankee fan," not that I need to get in to a long description, permeates a large percentage of the Yankee fans that I know, see, and come across.
For nine years, when I wore Mets jerseys, I heard some jerk-off yell "26, baby!" at me from across the street. Congratulations Tony, or Johnny, or Junior, whoever you are. How many did you win? And why do I care about how many titles your team won in the 20s and 50s? Whoop-dee-freakin-doo.
The Mets became a team in 1962, and won the World Series just seven years later in '69. In 1986 the Mets pulled off a classic win against the Red Sox and, nine months later, I was born [Yes, I've come to the realization that I was a Mets celebration baby = I owe my very existance to the Mets, and their World Series victory in late October 1986].
Though I found it hilarious, it was no big surprise to me last night to see once the Yankees World Series Championship was complete, how many facebook status updates were IMMEDIATELY posted, and dedicated to the Yankees winning number 27.
I found it fairly rediculous that when the Yankees won the World Series, how many people made it their proiority to update their facebook status. Though, I suppose that reflects more on the state of technology, and my generation and where people place their priorities, rather than it reflects on Yankees fans.
But what some of those posts said just blew my mind. Aside from the massive amounts of references to 27, which just makes me nauseus, I saw a rediculous amount of this, which is what made me dumbfounded:
"it's been too long..."
"It's been way too long! Champs once again"
"FINALLY! Champs again!"
"YANKEES ARE WORLD SERIES CHAMPSSS ONCE AGAIN!!!!!"
"I'VE WAITED 9 YEARS FOR THIS MOMENT!!!!!!!! AND ITS FINALLY HERE. 27."
Are you kidding me?
One of my friends said to me last night that if the Mets had won the World Series, I'd be doing the same thing, in regards to the facebook status updates. I was SO HAPPY she said this, because it allowed me the opportunity to unload on one of my Yankee-fan-friends with some fan reality. When she said that I'd be doing the same thing, my response was - "That is false, ______. If the Mets won the World Series, I would be no where near my computer, or my house... I would be out, with many many other people enjoying and celebrating."
I went on facebook to check the status updates that would surely innundate my newsfeed, because I was sure (again, like I said earlier - this doesn't say so much about Yankee fans as it does the state of my generation and the role that technology plays in today's society) people were sitting by their computers, with their line already typed out, wating for Teixera to make that catch at first base so they could click "Share" to share to the world, and to their fellow Yankee-fan-friends that they're Yankee fans, and that they're happy about the World Series win.
And as I said to my friend, I can assure you that if the Mets were in World Series and in a game-clinching situation, I would most certainly not be sitting at my computer, or with my cellphone clicked to facebook in my hand. Updating my "status" would be the farthest thing from my mind. I would not be home, or at my computer, I would not be alone, sitting on my couch - I would be OUT, with friends, with fellow fans, celebrating in a sure-to-be parade atmosphere. Buthey, maybe that's just me and my silly Met-affiliation mindset. I would thoroughly enjoy and treasure a Mets victory, because I understand, through 22 years of athletic infertility, how much a championship would mean.
Along with hearing the fan comments on news shows and reports last night, and this morning, you'd think it was the Cubs that just won the world series after a cuntury-long drought.
But no, it was the New York Yankees winning number 27.
The sense of self-entitlement is what gets me. They truly believe, far beyond that they have a great chance to win the World Series every year,a nd that they are favorites every year, because those are, unforunately, facts... but what gets me is they feel that they deserve it.
Back on the throne where we belong, the championship is back in its rightful city. Are you kidding me?
I actually watched some interviewee who was 125 pounds overweight (irrelevant? yes. funny? double yes) stuck in the driver-seat of his car, saying into the microphone that "this one was different, this one was for the fans. the fans who never gave up on the team, and who'se stuck with them all this time."
All this time? Nine LONG years?! Are you kidding me, people? Have some sense of reality, get down from your high horse, and feel free to celebrate all you want, as a fant hat's your right and privilege... but still remain a respectable member of society, please. Is that too much to ask? Hearing and reading too many people saying the most rediculous things. Think of all the cities who host long-tenured sports teams who haven't seen a championship since before World War II... people who can only say that their grandparents remember their team winning a championship.
In 2004 when the Boston Red Sox won the World Series, it was after an 87 year drought. Their last title came in 1918. Being in New York, I heard one side of the argument on who has "worse" fans, New York or Boston? Try enduring decades upon decades of letdown, and having your team leave you short of the ultimate prize for your entire life. Young people whose parents, neigh their grandparents, couldn't say that they saw a Championship title in their lifetime.
The Cubs last won in 1908. Can a Yankee fan even fathom what that must be like? I suppose the better question is, would they even care? No, they wouldn't care.
Because they're Yankee fans, baby.
27, baby.
The greatest city(? what?) in the world, baby.
If I'm supposed to be happy, because I'm a New Yorker; then strip me of my New-Yorkership. I don't care about the stigma of being a New Yawkah. In fact, I'd rather not be a part of it. There's a reason why other people hate New Yorkers, and you know what? I agreee with it. I'm not especially proud to call myself a New Yorker, for the sake of being a New Yorker.
I'm not from NYC, I'm from Long Island.. and that's been enough to deal with without trying to find off being a New Yorker.
If being a New Yorker means a blind allegiance to the Yankees, then no, I'm not a New Yorker.
Nine long years? Finally? Really? Psh...
Thursday, April 23, 2009
What The Fuck Is Happiness?
I believe Bob Marley put it best when he said, "Don't Worry, Be Happy." He sure knew what he was doing in that department. Although, he did die an unnecessary death because his Rastafarian beliefs kept him away from modern medicine until it was too late. But psh, what does that really matter, am I right?
What is the meaning of life? What's the point to it all? Why are we here? Fuck the real answer to these questions, because the bottom line is this: We are here, alive, on Earth, in control of our free-will (or so we think), so why not enjoy it?
I've been doing a lot of thinking recently, about graduating, and what I might possibly do in the fall to start my "career" and where I see myself in 10 years, 20, etc.
I seem to have fallen out of love with my major and soon-to-be degree. Awesome. I'm taking the summer off to do what I want, to be happy before I start my career.
But I keep thinking, what changes in the fall when it's time to get that first real job. People seem to rate others as a success or not by whether or not they went to college, and what kind of job they have and do they have enough money to support a family (or do they have a family?).
Why is there so much focus on the money and the career? And I get it; I really do. You NEED money in today's society to LIVE, quite literally and figuratively. The more money you have, the easier things CAN be. I'm not arguing that.
I'm surrounded by people, in my major or otherwise, obsessed with finding a job and starting as soon as possible. Believe me when I say that I do get it, I'm not an idiot. But I just think people are looking at things a little skewed. What the fuck is the rush to start something that I'm probably pretty soon going to be miserable while doing, and to be doing it for the next 40-45 years of my life?
Why would I look forward to sitting on a train for an hour going to work, and then another hour coming home from work; doing that five times a week, 50 weeks a year, for the next 4 decades of my life? What's the appeal in that? And what's the rush?
There are SO many people unhappy with their careers, jobs, etc. whatever you want to call it. It's only a very lucky few that truly love what they do. And good for them, as long as they're not lying to themselves about that.
In my Rap Music and Hip Hip Culture class (Yes, I've been blessed with the ability to take some AWESOME classes in college), an alternate option to the Final Paper and Presentation was proposed: a self-reflective examination answering questions along the lines of:
What do I want to be remembered for when I die? I had written down "living a happy life. Someone who makes those around them happier." etc. etc. etc.
We all get it.
But why don't more people follow through with it? What is it about people that changes once people enter this career realm? What the fuck does it really mean to be a contributing member to society, and who makes the decision on that? Someone who makes millions of dollars producing semi-illegal hardcore fetish-specific pornography, and uses that money to better the life of his family and those around him: what would he be considered? Yes, that's a very odd and awkwardly specific example, and no, there's no reason why that just popped into my head... but, really...
Why should I become a drone and join the "work force" for the next 4 decades of my life? Why should that excite me? Better yet, why does that excite other people my age?
I've been around for just two decades and, knock on wood, that should be a minuscule portion of my life as a whole, time-wise. Why would anyone the same age be super-fucking-excited about starting RIGHT AWAY this thing that is going to consume their lives for the next 4 decades, twice as long as they've lived so far? And then when you're done with Phase 2 that is the career years... we become old. Less desirable to society as a whole, for so many reasons, be they fair or unfair. Once you get out and retire, it's the rest of your life.
College is just about done. It is 17 days until my graduation. I have no idea where the time went and how I'm actually here now, about to graduate, but that's not the point. Every year up until now, the future has been planned. It was always certain what I was going to be doing next year: back to school.
Now there is no plan. And that scares me. And that excites me.
I'm surrounded by people, both young and old, who are miserable with what they do for a living. It's hard to break the cycle once you're already in the game, and you're older. But I'm not even out of school yet. It has not even begun for me yet. Why would I be excited about starting the rest of my life, when I see more examples of people who are not happy than people who genuinely are?
And I'm not talking about family, and friends, and the other joys in life. Just the work.
What is so wrong about taking a little time off to be happy? To do what you want to do, before you begin the 'rest of your life' that is this four decade-long monotonous going-through-the-motions sort of thing that has become such a major part of society?
I just want to be happy. Which, really, is all anyone WANTS out of life: whatever it is that truly makes them happy.
But what I really want is to continue on doing what makes me happy for the rest of my life. If I want to break away from the New York City scene, and move to Hawaii, open up a bar and start a family down there: as long as that makes me genuinely happy, why should anyone have a problem with that?
What is so wrong about not doing the "work thing" as other people seem to define it? And the answer to any question you propose to people along these lines is the same: get a job.
OK. I need money to live, to survive, to be able to do the things that people say make them happy. Again, I get it.
There are just so many people out there that have it easier. People who come up with these ideas that you would never think could make someone a millionaire... Who the fuck is the person that redesigned the Dunkin' Donuts coffee lids about a decade back? I'm not sure, but I'll bet he's not working anymore. And I wouldn't be too surprised if he was, someplace warm just enjoying life. At least, that's where I'd be. Because that's where I want to be.
People put too much stock in trying to play the financial game. The saddest part is, you really do have to play the game. Especially once you're in it.
All I'm trying to say, and what I really should've just said in the title, and the opening paragraph is this:
What's the point of life if you're not happy... or working towards a situation that will bring happiness? Why waste years and years and years of your LIFE worrying, saving, doing something that just doesn't make you happy? In most cases, people just need to do it because they need the salary for their family, and no other questions or ideas will be listened to.
I'm pissed off because I am not wrapping this up the way I intended to, and I haven't even said what I initially intended to say...
I'm not working my ass off to start my career for right after graduation, because I'm taking the summer off. I'm going to Europe with a friend, and then working with a bunch of friends at the sleep-away camp that I grew up at.
I'm planning on beginning in the fall to look for my eventual career. Portfolio school in Fall 2010? Maybe. I don't know what I want to do with my life... but I do know some things that I DON'T want to do with my life. And it just absolutely puzzles me the amount of people that try to push you towards the things that you don't want to do.
You have one life to live. On average, people will have 75 years to do what they want, to do what they're able to. Why waste it? Why be unhappy? Unfortunately, you never know what tomorrow brings: for good or bad. I'm not getting into Carpe Diem sieze-the-day crap right now, but more along the lines of you never know when things are going to end, or change drastically... it sucks, it really, really sucks, but it happens.
Isn't pure happiness success? Why can't it be for me? I don't even know what I would do if I could do anything, I don't even know what would make me the happiest. But I have an idea of some things that I don't want to get in to, some things that will make me the complete opposite of happiness... and I just feel sorry for those that try to push people in that direction.
So people, put on some Bob Marley, go lie down on the beach with your girl, and smile.
Even if it means not being a 'contributing member' to society...
Do whatever makes you happy.
What is the meaning of life? What's the point to it all? Why are we here? Fuck the real answer to these questions, because the bottom line is this: We are here, alive, on Earth, in control of our free-will (or so we think), so why not enjoy it?
I've been doing a lot of thinking recently, about graduating, and what I might possibly do in the fall to start my "career" and where I see myself in 10 years, 20, etc.
I seem to have fallen out of love with my major and soon-to-be degree. Awesome. I'm taking the summer off to do what I want, to be happy before I start my career.
But I keep thinking, what changes in the fall when it's time to get that first real job. People seem to rate others as a success or not by whether or not they went to college, and what kind of job they have and do they have enough money to support a family (or do they have a family?).
Why is there so much focus on the money and the career? And I get it; I really do. You NEED money in today's society to LIVE, quite literally and figuratively. The more money you have, the easier things CAN be. I'm not arguing that.
I'm surrounded by people, in my major or otherwise, obsessed with finding a job and starting as soon as possible. Believe me when I say that I do get it, I'm not an idiot. But I just think people are looking at things a little skewed. What the fuck is the rush to start something that I'm probably pretty soon going to be miserable while doing, and to be doing it for the next 40-45 years of my life?
Why would I look forward to sitting on a train for an hour going to work, and then another hour coming home from work; doing that five times a week, 50 weeks a year, for the next 4 decades of my life? What's the appeal in that? And what's the rush?
There are SO many people unhappy with their careers, jobs, etc. whatever you want to call it. It's only a very lucky few that truly love what they do. And good for them, as long as they're not lying to themselves about that.
In my Rap Music and Hip Hip Culture class (Yes, I've been blessed with the ability to take some AWESOME classes in college), an alternate option to the Final Paper and Presentation was proposed: a self-reflective examination answering questions along the lines of:
- What do you want to be remembered for when you die?
- What/who would you die for?
- What are you miserable about in your life?
- What isn't evident in your life now that you really, really, really want?
- What in life gives you the greatest satisfaction?
- What do you want to Be? Do? Have?
- What would you do if you knew you wouldn't fail? If money was no object? If you had no fears?
What do I want to be remembered for when I die? I had written down "living a happy life. Someone who makes those around them happier." etc. etc. etc.
We all get it.
But why don't more people follow through with it? What is it about people that changes once people enter this career realm? What the fuck does it really mean to be a contributing member to society, and who makes the decision on that? Someone who makes millions of dollars producing semi-illegal hardcore fetish-specific pornography, and uses that money to better the life of his family and those around him: what would he be considered? Yes, that's a very odd and awkwardly specific example, and no, there's no reason why that just popped into my head... but, really...
Why should I become a drone and join the "work force" for the next 4 decades of my life? Why should that excite me? Better yet, why does that excite other people my age?
I've been around for just two decades and, knock on wood, that should be a minuscule portion of my life as a whole, time-wise. Why would anyone the same age be super-fucking-excited about starting RIGHT AWAY this thing that is going to consume their lives for the next 4 decades, twice as long as they've lived so far? And then when you're done with Phase 2 that is the career years... we become old. Less desirable to society as a whole, for so many reasons, be they fair or unfair. Once you get out and retire, it's the rest of your life.
College is just about done. It is 17 days until my graduation. I have no idea where the time went and how I'm actually here now, about to graduate, but that's not the point. Every year up until now, the future has been planned. It was always certain what I was going to be doing next year: back to school.
Now there is no plan. And that scares me. And that excites me.
I'm surrounded by people, both young and old, who are miserable with what they do for a living. It's hard to break the cycle once you're already in the game, and you're older. But I'm not even out of school yet. It has not even begun for me yet. Why would I be excited about starting the rest of my life, when I see more examples of people who are not happy than people who genuinely are?
And I'm not talking about family, and friends, and the other joys in life. Just the work.
What is so wrong about taking a little time off to be happy? To do what you want to do, before you begin the 'rest of your life' that is this four decade-long monotonous going-through-the-motions sort of thing that has become such a major part of society?
I just want to be happy. Which, really, is all anyone WANTS out of life: whatever it is that truly makes them happy.
But what I really want is to continue on doing what makes me happy for the rest of my life. If I want to break away from the New York City scene, and move to Hawaii, open up a bar and start a family down there: as long as that makes me genuinely happy, why should anyone have a problem with that?
What is so wrong about not doing the "work thing" as other people seem to define it? And the answer to any question you propose to people along these lines is the same: get a job.
OK. I need money to live, to survive, to be able to do the things that people say make them happy. Again, I get it.
There are just so many people out there that have it easier. People who come up with these ideas that you would never think could make someone a millionaire... Who the fuck is the person that redesigned the Dunkin' Donuts coffee lids about a decade back? I'm not sure, but I'll bet he's not working anymore. And I wouldn't be too surprised if he was, someplace warm just enjoying life. At least, that's where I'd be. Because that's where I want to be.
People put too much stock in trying to play the financial game. The saddest part is, you really do have to play the game. Especially once you're in it.
All I'm trying to say, and what I really should've just said in the title, and the opening paragraph is this:
What's the point of life if you're not happy... or working towards a situation that will bring happiness? Why waste years and years and years of your LIFE worrying, saving, doing something that just doesn't make you happy? In most cases, people just need to do it because they need the salary for their family, and no other questions or ideas will be listened to.
I'm pissed off because I am not wrapping this up the way I intended to, and I haven't even said what I initially intended to say...
I'm not working my ass off to start my career for right after graduation, because I'm taking the summer off. I'm going to Europe with a friend, and then working with a bunch of friends at the sleep-away camp that I grew up at.
I'm planning on beginning in the fall to look for my eventual career. Portfolio school in Fall 2010? Maybe. I don't know what I want to do with my life... but I do know some things that I DON'T want to do with my life. And it just absolutely puzzles me the amount of people that try to push you towards the things that you don't want to do.
You have one life to live. On average, people will have 75 years to do what they want, to do what they're able to. Why waste it? Why be unhappy? Unfortunately, you never know what tomorrow brings: for good or bad. I'm not getting into Carpe Diem sieze-the-day crap right now, but more along the lines of you never know when things are going to end, or change drastically... it sucks, it really, really sucks, but it happens.
Isn't pure happiness success? Why can't it be for me? I don't even know what I would do if I could do anything, I don't even know what would make me the happiest. But I have an idea of some things that I don't want to get in to, some things that will make me the complete opposite of happiness... and I just feel sorry for those that try to push people in that direction.
So people, put on some Bob Marley, go lie down on the beach with your girl, and smile.
Even if it means not being a 'contributing member' to society...
Do whatever makes you happy.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Automatic Bathrooms: The Downfall of the Human Race
So, I came to a realization about an hour ago. However, allow me to backtrack just a tad. Upon, um, feeling the need to go to the bathroom, I realized something: I live in a frat house.
A very disgusting frat house.
The bathrooms are by far and away the worst component of my living quarters. Just, awful. Once pledging is over with, it's like a homeless shelter in there, I swear it.
TMI? Yeah, sorry bout that.
Anywho, I rolled out of bed and ran to the nearest school building to use their bathroom. Ran into one of the brothers, who was there for an academic and scholastic reason, as for me, I was there for scatological reasons (google it).
So I go to the bathroom. A pretty pleasant experience overall. Or so it seems on the surface. When I'm done and I walk away, automatic flusher. I make my way to the sink, automatic sink. I need soap: automatic soap dispenser. Paper towel? Oh yes, automatic.
Save for wiping, I was totally taken care of in this bathroom by other forces. Seems like a simple luxury. But i started to think as I walked out of the door and down the hallway... holy shit. Some other force, by way of "sensors" knew when i was done, knew when i wanted water, soap and paper towels and delivered them to me. And people just take it without asking questions? People just blindly accept that it's simple technology.
Ever wonder if there's something going on behind the scenes? Ever see the Terminator movies? Well, actually, heh, I've only sent he third one, which sucked, but that's neither here nor there. But Seriously people, machines are beginning to take over.
I think the automatic bathroom experience is the first force in what will eventually wipe out the entire Human Race. You think about it.
Sensors? or more?! When you pee in a urinal (for the guys out there, obviously) and the toilet flushes the second you're done, before you even zip up and walk away, and that robotic voice comes out and says "thank you for your deposit," does that not freak anyone out?
Okay, so I made up the speaking part, but can you imagine? That's probably the next step. If it is, remember where you heard it first: right hizzere, mofos.
All I'm saying is, maybe from a little too many movies, but it's possible people. Don't take things for face value.
Why would someone with technological knowledge spend so much time, money and resources into making an automatic toilet flusher? Is that interesting to anyone? Something else is going on. I'm really not gonna care to try to figure out what, all I'm saying is, you heard it here first. It's coming people, maybe it's already here. The end of the human race.
A very disgusting frat house.
The bathrooms are by far and away the worst component of my living quarters. Just, awful. Once pledging is over with, it's like a homeless shelter in there, I swear it.
TMI? Yeah, sorry bout that.
Anywho, I rolled out of bed and ran to the nearest school building to use their bathroom. Ran into one of the brothers, who was there for an academic and scholastic reason, as for me, I was there for scatological reasons (google it).
So I go to the bathroom. A pretty pleasant experience overall. Or so it seems on the surface. When I'm done and I walk away, automatic flusher. I make my way to the sink, automatic sink. I need soap: automatic soap dispenser. Paper towel? Oh yes, automatic.
Save for wiping, I was totally taken care of in this bathroom by other forces. Seems like a simple luxury. But i started to think as I walked out of the door and down the hallway... holy shit. Some other force, by way of "sensors" knew when i was done, knew when i wanted water, soap and paper towels and delivered them to me. And people just take it without asking questions? People just blindly accept that it's simple technology.
Ever wonder if there's something going on behind the scenes? Ever see the Terminator movies? Well, actually, heh, I've only sent he third one, which sucked, but that's neither here nor there. But Seriously people, machines are beginning to take over.
I think the automatic bathroom experience is the first force in what will eventually wipe out the entire Human Race. You think about it.
Sensors? or more?! When you pee in a urinal (for the guys out there, obviously) and the toilet flushes the second you're done, before you even zip up and walk away, and that robotic voice comes out and says "thank you for your deposit," does that not freak anyone out?
Okay, so I made up the speaking part, but can you imagine? That's probably the next step. If it is, remember where you heard it first: right hizzere, mofos.
All I'm saying is, maybe from a little too many movies, but it's possible people. Don't take things for face value.
Why would someone with technological knowledge spend so much time, money and resources into making an automatic toilet flusher? Is that interesting to anyone? Something else is going on. I'm really not gonna care to try to figure out what, all I'm saying is, you heard it here first. It's coming people, maybe it's already here. The end of the human race.
Friday, March 13, 2009
Syracuse's 6 OT Win over UConn
It was a quarterfinals match-up; the winner would face West Virginia the next night in the Semi-Finals of the 2009 Big East Championship tournament.
Not an extremely prestigious situation, when you take in to account that beyond this game, and beyond the Big East Championship title... only then does March Madness begin. The Big Dance.
#20 ranked Syracuse University versus #4 ranked University of Connecticut.
"Remember where you were when Syracuse and UConn played the longest game in Big East History?" - was just heard form my stereo, set on 1050 AM ESPN Radio.
The game was supposed to go to UConn, though it was supposed to be a good one. A 3 point game at half-time, it was a close score and going back-and-forth essentially from wire-to-wire. After being up 2 points in the last minute, Syracuse surrendered the tying bucket with less than 2 seconds left.
A Doug Flutie-esque Hail Mary pass found it's way into UConn hands, only to roll off right in front of Eric Devendorf. He tosses up a prayer just as time runs out... AND SINKS IT!!! I Don't believe it! Syracuse just won on a buzzer-beater three pointer , a shot that never should have even gotten off. But thank GOD it DID!
And of course, upon further review, the buzzer sounded just before the ball left Devendorf's fingertips. Basket no good. We go in to Overtime.
I'm not about to do a play-by-play of Overtimes 1-6 because, hell, that's what ESPN's for. I just needed tow rite down where I was as I watched this miraculous display of basketball unravel before my very eyes.
I was meeting up with a couple of friends at a bar, keeping my eye on the TV the whole game. The two girls I was with couldn't care less about the game. Two other friends who I hadn't seen since New Year's Eve came in during the second half. As the game was heading for OT, they left for home. I was gonna give 'em a call and meet up with them after the next 5 minutes of play was over.
Now, earlier in the day Villanova beat Marquette on a last-second all-alone under-the-basket lay-up to salvage a win they should have secured before blowing a 16-point lead. That had to have been the sickest ending of the day, right?
Not even close.
OVERTIME - Syracuse loses the tip-off, playing catch-up the whole damn extra session... Flynn feeds Jackson under the basket, he slams it down with 4.7 seconds left to tied it. And We're going to Overtime number 2.
OT 2 - Flynn with the sweet lay-up, and-one! would be the tying points. on to #3.
OT 3 - Down 4 points, Harris with the slam! Then down 3, Rautins NAILS THE THREE with 11 seconds left! UConn can't put it in, and we're on to the fouth Overtime.
OT 4 - tied at 104 with 16 seconds left, UConn loses possesion, Rautins driving the over way, dishes to Harris in the paint... and he misses the lay-up. GETS HIS OWN REBOUND! and misses the putback. On to the 5th.
OT 5 - Nope... not this time either
Oh, by the way... at this point, The Orange have been playing a significant amount of time without Kristoff Ongeneat, Arinze Onuaku, Rick Jackson and Eric Devendorf, as they all fouled out (in that order). Their tallest regular player - Paul Harris standing in at 6'4".
OT 6 - finally, SU wins the tip off. with Flynn, Harris, Rautins, Justin Thomas and Kris Joseph the 5 Orange[men] on the floor starting overtime numero seis. At this point, my other two friends with me at the bar left me alone. There were about 12 people in the bar cheering for Syracuse, none of them caring so much other than watching "some cool college basketball game." Man, how I wished everyone was at Syracuse for this game... or at least if I were with SOMEONE that gave half a rats ass about this. I was left alone with my thoughts, (prayers) and my cell phone, frantically texting 12 other people - trying to create some semblance of the feeling of watching this game with friends/people who actually gave a crap about Syracuse winning this one... Syracuse dominated Overtime 6 from the get-go and won pretty decidedly.
6 OTs - that's 1.75 games. 244 total points... 142 in regulation, 102 overtime points.
Johnny Flynn played 67 of the game's 70 total minutes. 16-16 from the Free Throw line --34 points.
Harris, 13-14 from the line, 29 PTS, 22 Rebounds (10 on the Offensive board).
Devendord threw in 22, and Rautins sunk 20.
They shot 78.4% (40/51) from the Free Throw line... this coming from a team whose season mark coming in to the game sat at 63.3%, 14/16 in the Big East.
127-121 after 70 minutes of play. The second-longest NCAA Division I game EVER...
...and it was at the Garden.
...and it was my school.
It was MY school. This wasn't just some cool college ball game between two good programs that I happened to be watching... this was my team, senior year, that i was rooting for.
Is it weird to me that I'm older than any of the Orange on the court as time FINALLY expired? Yeah, you betcha that's weird.
Over 4 hours long, and MY school won the game.
I was at the Garden the night before, to see Syracuse handedly defeat Seton Hall by 15 points. It was a good game, and a whole lot of fun. Before that game was even underway, talk of tomorrow's ticket being $70 the cheapest put an end to discussions of actually going to Thursday night's game... which would turn out to be simply epic.
Epic game, no doubt. This will surely run on ESPN Classic for decades to come. When people tal about greatest games, though it might not top te list, it'll definitely be in the discussion (I wonder how many sports sites and newspapers are setting up a poll for greatest college basketball game ever?).
Yet at the end of the day, this was a quarterfinals match-up. Syracuse will play West Virginia later in the same day that the game ended in, the winner of which will face the winner of the Louisville/Villanova matchup.
The winner of that will be crowned 2009 Big East Champs.
And then, the very next day - it won't mean shit. Sure, more wins would help a team's seeding in the big tournament, but in the end, Syracuse will be tied with 63 other teams with a 0-0 record, all with the same goal: To be NCAA Division I Men's Basketball Champions.
Personally, I think the aura surrounding the Madison Square Garden is a bit over-blown... but I just can't help but think this wouldn't have happened anywhere else. It couldn't have happened anywhere else. The World's Most Famous Arena in the World's Most Famous City, set the stage for a 6 overtime clash of college basketball juggernauts (you know the papers and columns love writing that sort of shit).
I'm not making any sense anymore. What I intended to write when I sat down at my laptop sometime after 2:30AM after the game was over, only a part of what I felt ended up actually translating to this post. I see my bed an arm's length away from me, and all I want to do is crawl in it and pass out immediately.
Funny though, as tired as I am - I'm nowhere near the combination of being both physically and mentally drained as Johnny Flynn must be feeling tonight.
I just keep thinking that I'm experiencing this in the present. I was watching the game, I was still a student at the University i was rooting for... it's not a memory, it's not a historic refernce (yet).
Congrats Boeheim. No, not on Juli (though DAMN man, how the hell did you pull that one off with that hair), but on being the winning coach in this game.
""I'm more proud of this team than any team I've ever coached," said Syracuse's Jim Boeheim. "I've never been more proud of a team."
Jimmy, I agreegree.
Not an extremely prestigious situation, when you take in to account that beyond this game, and beyond the Big East Championship title... only then does March Madness begin. The Big Dance.
#20 ranked Syracuse University versus #4 ranked University of Connecticut.
"Remember where you were when Syracuse and UConn played the longest game in Big East History?" - was just heard form my stereo, set on 1050 AM ESPN Radio.
The game was supposed to go to UConn, though it was supposed to be a good one. A 3 point game at half-time, it was a close score and going back-and-forth essentially from wire-to-wire. After being up 2 points in the last minute, Syracuse surrendered the tying bucket with less than 2 seconds left.
A Doug Flutie-esque Hail Mary pass found it's way into UConn hands, only to roll off right in front of Eric Devendorf. He tosses up a prayer just as time runs out... AND SINKS IT!!! I Don't believe it! Syracuse just won on a buzzer-beater three pointer , a shot that never should have even gotten off. But thank GOD it DID!
And of course, upon further review, the buzzer sounded just before the ball left Devendorf's fingertips. Basket no good. We go in to Overtime.
I'm not about to do a play-by-play of Overtimes 1-6 because, hell, that's what ESPN's for. I just needed tow rite down where I was as I watched this miraculous display of basketball unravel before my very eyes.
I was meeting up with a couple of friends at a bar, keeping my eye on the TV the whole game. The two girls I was with couldn't care less about the game. Two other friends who I hadn't seen since New Year's Eve came in during the second half. As the game was heading for OT, they left for home. I was gonna give 'em a call and meet up with them after the next 5 minutes of play was over.
Now, earlier in the day Villanova beat Marquette on a last-second all-alone under-the-basket lay-up to salvage a win they should have secured before blowing a 16-point lead. That had to have been the sickest ending of the day, right?
Not even close.
OVERTIME - Syracuse loses the tip-off, playing catch-up the whole damn extra session... Flynn feeds Jackson under the basket, he slams it down with 4.7 seconds left to tied it. And We're going to Overtime number 2.
OT 2 - Flynn with the sweet lay-up, and-one! would be the tying points. on to #3.
OT 3 - Down 4 points, Harris with the slam! Then down 3, Rautins NAILS THE THREE with 11 seconds left! UConn can't put it in, and we're on to the fouth Overtime.
OT 4 - tied at 104 with 16 seconds left, UConn loses possesion, Rautins driving the over way, dishes to Harris in the paint... and he misses the lay-up. GETS HIS OWN REBOUND! and misses the putback. On to the 5th.
OT 5 - Nope... not this time either
Oh, by the way... at this point, The Orange have been playing a significant amount of time without Kristoff Ongeneat, Arinze Onuaku, Rick Jackson and Eric Devendorf, as they all fouled out (in that order). Their tallest regular player - Paul Harris standing in at 6'4".
OT 6 - finally, SU wins the tip off. with Flynn, Harris, Rautins, Justin Thomas and Kris Joseph the 5 Orange[men] on the floor starting overtime numero seis. At this point, my other two friends with me at the bar left me alone. There were about 12 people in the bar cheering for Syracuse, none of them caring so much other than watching "some cool college basketball game." Man, how I wished everyone was at Syracuse for this game... or at least if I were with SOMEONE that gave half a rats ass about this. I was left alone with my thoughts, (prayers) and my cell phone, frantically texting 12 other people - trying to create some semblance of the feeling of watching this game with friends/people who actually gave a crap about Syracuse winning this one... Syracuse dominated Overtime 6 from the get-go and won pretty decidedly.
6 OTs - that's 1.75 games. 244 total points... 142 in regulation, 102 overtime points.
Johnny Flynn played 67 of the game's 70 total minutes. 16-16 from the Free Throw line --34 points.
Harris, 13-14 from the line, 29 PTS, 22 Rebounds (10 on the Offensive board).
Devendord threw in 22, and Rautins sunk 20.
They shot 78.4% (40/51) from the Free Throw line... this coming from a team whose season mark coming in to the game sat at 63.3%, 14/16 in the Big East.
127-121 after 70 minutes of play. The second-longest NCAA Division I game EVER...
...and it was at the Garden.
...and it was my school.
It was MY school. This wasn't just some cool college ball game between two good programs that I happened to be watching... this was my team, senior year, that i was rooting for.
Is it weird to me that I'm older than any of the Orange on the court as time FINALLY expired? Yeah, you betcha that's weird.
Over 4 hours long, and MY school won the game.
I was at the Garden the night before, to see Syracuse handedly defeat Seton Hall by 15 points. It was a good game, and a whole lot of fun. Before that game was even underway, talk of tomorrow's ticket being $70 the cheapest put an end to discussions of actually going to Thursday night's game... which would turn out to be simply epic.
Epic game, no doubt. This will surely run on ESPN Classic for decades to come. When people tal about greatest games, though it might not top te list, it'll definitely be in the discussion (I wonder how many sports sites and newspapers are setting up a poll for greatest college basketball game ever?).
Yet at the end of the day, this was a quarterfinals match-up. Syracuse will play West Virginia later in the same day that the game ended in, the winner of which will face the winner of the Louisville/Villanova matchup.
The winner of that will be crowned 2009 Big East Champs.
And then, the very next day - it won't mean shit. Sure, more wins would help a team's seeding in the big tournament, but in the end, Syracuse will be tied with 63 other teams with a 0-0 record, all with the same goal: To be NCAA Division I Men's Basketball Champions.
Personally, I think the aura surrounding the Madison Square Garden is a bit over-blown... but I just can't help but think this wouldn't have happened anywhere else. It couldn't have happened anywhere else. The World's Most Famous Arena in the World's Most Famous City, set the stage for a 6 overtime clash of college basketball juggernauts (you know the papers and columns love writing that sort of shit).
I'm not making any sense anymore. What I intended to write when I sat down at my laptop sometime after 2:30AM after the game was over, only a part of what I felt ended up actually translating to this post. I see my bed an arm's length away from me, and all I want to do is crawl in it and pass out immediately.
Funny though, as tired as I am - I'm nowhere near the combination of being both physically and mentally drained as Johnny Flynn must be feeling tonight.
I just keep thinking that I'm experiencing this in the present. I was watching the game, I was still a student at the University i was rooting for... it's not a memory, it's not a historic refernce (yet).
Congrats Boeheim. No, not on Juli (though DAMN man, how the hell did you pull that one off with that hair), but on being the winning coach in this game.
""I'm more proud of this team than any team I've ever coached," said Syracuse's Jim Boeheim. "I've never been more proud of a team."
Jimmy, I agreegree.
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