Coach Keene last season nicknamed the Illini West defense "32 minutes of hell." Sports casters, newspaper columnist and radio personalities had a great time talking about this intensive kind of play. Its fun to watch and gives a whole new meaning to girls basketball.
Last night it hit me on the ride home--during the 3rd quarter of the game. You ask "why leave so early?" The un-official scorekeeper tossed his cookies in the locker room during the early stages of the third quarter. It was all down hill from here on out. BIG SHOUT OUT to Pam Campbell who entertained Cameron while I was tending to JC and my dad was pulling up the car. Poor Pam, Cameron poo-ed in this ten minutes of chaos and she cleaned him up in the blink of an eye. Justice is a trooper! He was up all night throwing up. Not to mention his parents were up most of the night too. I took the day off today to give him some extra TLC.
Anyhoo-back to "32 minutes of Hell." My epiphany on the ride home last night--after the 4th game I have got to be in attendance for in the 17-2 season--I hear by bequeath the slogan to me, Mrs. Coach Keene. It truly is 32 minutes of hell with Cameron wiggling, screaming, climbing, kicking, throwing, did I mention screaming, and Justice, who is normally a handful entertaining the crowd. Yes, Its all mine now and I wont share. I am truly destined not to participate in this basketball season.
Nope not angry, just realistic. This coach's wife is offering her resignation to the basketball gods to just stay home and listen to the radio. Now, I have to figure out who I need to bribe at WCAZ not to split airtime with the boys games. (Loud EVIL LAUGH)
