The Buckeyes don’t make it easy on their fans. But they are still dancing!
The win tonight against Arizona was a tough, hard-fought battle — just what you would expect from two great programs and two deep teams. Arizona looked very good for most of the game and built a big lead in the first half. But the Buckeyes rode Sam Thompson and Deshaun Thomas — whose icy shots kept Ohio State within range — and stayed close in the first half. The Buckeyes then played nails defense to start the second half, Aaron Craft made some great plays, the Buckeyes got out to a lead, built it, and then held on as their latest clutch shooter, LaQuinton Ross, made bucket after bucket to keep the Buckeyes ahead. Ross eventually made the game winner that advanced the Buckeyes to the Elite 8.
I give lots of credit to Arizona, which played a tremendous, gutty game — as befits a gutty team with a gutty coach. But the Buckeyes made the shots and now get the chance to move on, and the Wildcats have to go home.
LaQuinton Ross is my new hero . . . but boy, watching these games is tough duty.
It started, oh, maybe a day ago, after Kish had been fighting a cold for a few days. The germs, like the Borg, are trying to tell me that resistance is futile.
That unwanted scratchiness in the back of your throat. Mucus pouring down the esophagus like the sluggish River Styx. The occasional, unexpected cough. And just feeling a little bit . . . off.
Not a full-blown cold, though. No fever. No hacking fits that wake me up at night. No light-headedness. No uncontrollable sneezing.
I’m treating my condition with the basic patent remedies and folk nostrums. Aspirin. Juice. Ricola Natural Herb cough drops. I’m staying inside and keeping warm. And, at night, I’m imbibing a glass or two of wine to dry out the sinuses and help with getting a good night’s sleep.
I think I’m on the brink, teetering between ruddy good health and the alternative. I may have come through the worst of it already, or I may be ready to plunge.
A court recently ordered the Disney Company to pay $8,000 to a patron after he was stranded on a ride at Disneyland.
The man uses a wheelchair, and the ride in question was “It’s a Small World.” The man, who suffers from panic attacks and high blood pressure, was stuck for a half hour after the ride broke down and non-disabled patrons got up and left. The story linked above notes — and this is, I think, the most crucial fact of all — that the “It’s a Small World” theme song played throughout the time the man was stranded. Oh, and did I mention that the man also had a full bladder?
If you’ve visited Disneyland and been on the “It’s a Small World” ride, you know that the ride’s theme song is one of the most insipid, saccharine songs ever written and recorded. It’s a small world after all . . . . Once you’ve heard it, it burrows deep into the recesses of your brain and is never successfully forgotten no matter how hard you try. It’s a small world after all . . . . Even worse, it is sung by high-pitched, piping, aggressively chipper child voices on a continuous loop as the ride progresses. It’s a small, small world! After having to listen to the music for the few minutes of the ride, any reasonably sane adult is ready to run screaming from the building.
Part of the $8,000 award was for “pain and suffering.” I’ll say! To be left, alone, in the ride, among the mindlessly smiling, doll-faced depictions of children from around the world, desperately needing to answer the call of nature while enduring the cloying onslaught of the banal song playing over and over and over again, sounds like a particularly awful form of personal hell.