I’ve been getting my bigs ready to play. We’re gonna pound it in the paint, make it rain threes and, at the end of the day, God is going to be good to us and take us to the next level. We’re not going to throw up bricks or shoot any shot that draws iron. We’re going to be money and we’re going to knock down our free throws. They will need to take a time out just to stop the bleeding. They’re a great team, but we’re going to give it 110%, make a few smart fouls and just pray that the man upstairs is wearing our team colors.
Can I get an AMEN!!!
Well it is Easter.
The Sweet 16 brought us another round of exciting games, and then there was Kentucky versus West Virginia. If I might create my own basketball cliche, may I say that the Mountaineers’ played so badly, they couldn’t have thrown a beer bottle onto a burning couch. That was about the biggest beat down I’ve seen period, much less in the Sweet 16, much less between two teams that were supposed to be within at least arms length of each other. It made the comment by one of the two announcers for WVa’s second game even more ridiculous. He said, “West Virginia. They play so tough. They make you question your manhood.” Thanks, but I haven’t questioned my manhood in quite some time now.
But I digress. Marty was the victor there, and then again in the next round. Her Tarheels couldn’t make it past Claire’s Wisconsin Badgers in the third round but her Kentucky Wildcats roared into the Final Four with a narrow victory over Beth and Notre Dame. Sooooooo close.
In other Sweet 16 news, Beth’s Louisville advanced to represent the Elite 8 by beating fellow ACC’er NC State, thus sending her daughter packing. Ellie was also the unfortunate holder of West Virginia. In fact, she and her brother were the only two to go in with two teams and come out with none.
Caroline’s Arizona made easy work of Gordon’s Xavier, while Rivers’ Gonzaga bruised the Bruins of UCLA and Mike B. Joe’s Duke muted the Utes and Gordon to boot. And Beth shocked the M&M Wichita State Shockers and sent us fizzling out.
After the Sweet 16, this is how our chart looked.
|Beth||Louisville (4-E)||Notre Dame (3-MW)|
|Pierce||Michigan State (7-E)|
Still with both teams:
Beth, and only Beth!
One team left:
And then we were on to the Elite 8, where Beth met the same fate as her kids: two in, zero out. But before we got there, the Rhyne sisters had a wonderful 3-hour meet-up for lunch and a visit with Ed Rhyne, the birthday boy, who turned 87 (I know, a young’un compared to his sisters). He followed along, interjecting here and there, as conversation veered from Virginia Woolf’s sister, to daffodil varieties, to the ridiculous things our mom’s mom used to say. Daddy has only a slight smile in the picture, but he had a much bigger one in an earlier one, not because we asked him to say, “Cheese,” but because Rebecca urged him to say, “North Carolina Dirt Famers!”
Beth headed back to D.C., while Rebecca and I settled into our respective couches for the first two games of the Elite 8. That’s when Beth’s luck of the Irish ran out and Kentucky. The other Wildcats — Arizona — could not fend off the Badgers. Pierce’s improbable Spartans sent Beth’s Louisville a calling Cardinal (not a Stanford Cardinal, mind you), and Joe’s Blue Devils put a spell on Rivers and the Zags.
After the Elite 8, going into this weekend’s Final 4, this is how we look:
|Pierce||Michigan State (7-E)|
Each with one team:
That’s two Blyths and two Pattersons. The Rhynes will be on the sidelines eating grubs. And drinking beer. And cheering for the ACC.
Mike, Dell and I are heading to the mountains with some friends Saturday and I won’t have guaranteed Internet access until Tuesday. GASP!!!!! But I’ll try to check in anyway because we’ll certainly be watching the games.