By Mark Buckets
Saturday marked the unofficial halfway point of the college basketball season. This was a day to enjoy a marathon Saturday of hoops, so let's get right to the analysis:
-The biggest story of the day, and possibly the year, was the media-created emphatic statement made by the Memphis Tigers. Deeper and more athletic than Gonzaga at every position - not to mention this game was at home - and to come away with an 81-73 victory at home? I'm not a believer in Cal's Crew just yet.
-Indiana, as many of our board readers would attest to, is a bit over hyped. Connecticut is playing tremendous basketball at the moment, but this would a game the Hoosiers had no business losing.
-As for Uconn: The Huskies are rounding into form and look set to move on without Jerome Dyson and Doug Wiggins. Sources close to Drive & Dish revealed early Sunday that the two are dealing with a possible drug-related suspension. Stay tuned.
-Staying within the Big 10, and along the same lines as Uconn, Purdue is looking more and more like a Tournament team. Although they attempted far too many threes (20 is way too many in the Purdue system), the Boilermakers obtained that all-important signature win in conference play.
-Baylor needed to scrap themselves off the mat - yes they won against A&M in 5 OTs - and almost pulled off what would have been a more impressive victory. It wasn't to be, as Oklahoma was bolstered by the return of a healthy Blake Griffin, who poured in 17 and 15. This is a Sooners team that sorely lacked inside scoring without BG, and with him back and ready to go, I see OU sneaking into the tourney come March. Lots of games to be played, however.
-Chet Coppock's favorite squad Notre Dame - which we'll criticize at every turn here at D&D - beat down a struggling Villanova team. Jay Wright's four guard staple has worked in the past, but seems destined to fail this year. Outside of scoring dynamo Scottie Reynolds, they just don't have the horses.
-In one of the year's more entertaining games, USC outlasted Oregon in overtime at MacArthur Court in Eugene. The Ducks had no answer to USC's athletic starting five. However, Ernie Kent's quack attack showed the heart of a champion, battling back from 7 down with a minute to play in regulation to send the game to overtime. As much offense as Tajuan Porter brings to the table for Oregon, he is equally or possibly worse as a defender. Marques Johnson, perhaps the biggest supporter of the sophomore guard, agreed with my assessment. Hats off to Pete Bell's assistant in the movie "Blue Chips."
-Also in the Pac 10, Wazzu picked up a crucial victory on the road against Arizona State. This was a significant victory for the Cougars, who had lost to conference leader UCLA and up-and-comer Arizona two nights before in the past two weeks.
-On a Saturday when the SEC turned football rivalries into basketball ones, the best game of the day came in the "Egg Bowl," if you will, in Starkville as Mississippi State hosted Ole Miss. For all of the credit Andy Kennedy and the Rebels received at the start of the year - deservedly so for a fast start - the wheels appear to be falling off the wagon. In a game that put the Bulldogs in the SEC West's driver's seat, Ole Miss had no awnser for the shot blocking machine that is Jarvis Varnado. (By the way, D&D loves Jamont Gordon, who is settling into his roll as playmaking point guard for MSU. He's got sick court vision.)
-There was a Dwayne Ballen on Saturday night as ESPN Classic presented a magical matchup pitting Arkansas and LSU. Ballen is a complete play-by-play man, capped with an exceptional knowledge of the game and an ability to translate that to the viewer. He's one of the few I'll endorse on this site. It's amazing how far LSU has fallen since their run to Indianapolis two short years ago. John Brady's chair at the Maravich Assembly Center's gotta be red-hot at the moment.
-Southern Illinois beat Creighton 48-44 on Saturday night. Wow. Enough said.
-I'll be back tomorrow night for a weekend wrap and until then, enjoy the games.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
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When my good friend, Kevin White, decided that it was time for the Irish to join a conference, and took Notre Dame athletics (excluding football) to the Big East, I knew that men's basketball would be in for a white knuckle ride.
In all this time in the Big East, Notre Dame basketball has never regained the stature that the program once had (under the stewardship of the guy with the colored marker shtick, the man who catapulted Iona College to prominence, the fair haired Irishman himself, one Digger Phelps).
But at some point, you start to wonder just when this Notre Dame program is going to become the stalwart in the league that everyone expected them to be.
Just like you've got to wonder what one Jerry Angelo was thinking when he gave $17 million to a young man, in Cedric Benson, who'd never done an honest day's work in his life (and who, when he was following in Ricky Williams' footsteps at Texas, was busy smoking up more ganja than Bob Marley and knocking his girlfriend around as if he were former White Sox flop Wil Cordero).
And you wonder what Jim Hendry does to fill the void created by the departure of the great hype, Mark Prior. And you wonder about those gigantic calves that Prior had. Believe me, I'm no workout guru (ask my trainer -- I just like to show up at the East Bank Club and hang out in the spa, getting facials and manicures ... but it's like pulling teeth to get me to actually hit a treadmill or a Stair Master), but I can see that Prior's calves were unnaturally huge.
Like Barry Bonds and Sammy Sosa's craniums.
Or like the huge, succulent Porterhouse steak that my good friend, Chef Hans, serves up at Smith and Wollensky.
Mark Buckets, my good friend, you still have to love the job that a Mike Brey has done over the years (taking over a program that was moribund when John McLeod left South Bend/Mishawaka). The Irish go out and do battle in the rugged Big East, night after night, year after year.
This is a team that I can honestly see challenging a Georgetown or a Villanova or a Marquette for the Big East Tournament trophy.
Yesterday's game was a start. But right now, the Irish have to find a way to get it going, and look as good as they did back when they absolutely took apart a talented UConn team at the Joyce Center in early January.
And speaking of taking things apart, I sure took apart that juicy, succulent Porterhouse at Gene and Georgetti last night.
A lot of my friends in the restaurant business have been giving it to yours truly for my frequent mentions of my good friend Chef Hans at Smith and Wollensky. Look, Chef Hans is, without a doubt, a giant in the business. He is to executive chefs what a Joe Torre is to baseball managers. And nobody consistently churns out a better live Maine lobster tail than Chef Hans. The man is like a Tom Brady ... he just goes out and gets it done day after day after day -- with no ups and downs, let downs or drop offs in production.
But my good restauranteer friends may have a point. Smith and Wollensky isn't the only game in town. Gene and Georgetti is a world class joint and a true Chicago legend. And they sure delivered last night. That was one of the best dining experiences yours truly has had in quite some time (well, at least since I had Chef Hans' Tristian lobster tail at Smith and Wollensky on Wednesday night).
And the Chicago Chop House is also a long time favorite of this talking head. Juicy, tender, flavorful cuts are all they serve at that joint. I don't know if you'll find a better steak house in the world, let alone in Chicago.
Except for Morton's. Morton's brings a truly high end dining experience to the Chicago steak house motif. And although Morton's is Chicago through and through, Morton's IS truly a world wide phenomenon. You can find a Morton's Chicago steak house in New York City (right in the middle of Manhattan) and in White Plains. And you'll find a Morton's in Las Vegas and in a Dallas, Texas.
And you'll find a Morton's in Los Angeles. In Beverly Hills, in San Francisco. In Palm Springs.
That's not all: You'll also find Morton's in a Miami and in a Miami Beach. A Palm Beach. A Boca Raton. A San Juan, Puerto Rico. A Boston, MA.
But you can also enjoy Morton's amazing sirloin or tender prime rib in a Hong Kong, or a Singapore or a Macau.
Yet, despite the greatness that is a Morton's, a Gene and Georgetti, a Smith and Wollensky, etc... Nobody -- and I do mean nobody -- delivers a better dining experience (and a better night out on the town) than my good friends Hugo Ralli and Steve Lombardo, at their world famous Rush St. establishment -- Gibson's Bar and Steakhouse.
Athletes, politicians, movie stars, rock stars, Outfit guys, LaSalle Street guys, local celebrities, national celebrities, global celebrities ... power brokers of all stripes dine and drink at Gibson's EVERY NIGHT OF THE WEEK.
I mean, for God's sake, Gibson's sits on the same site that once housed the legendary Mr. Kelly's. Back in the 50's Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, Joey Bishop, Sammy Davis, Jr., Hugh Heffner, hell ... even Lenny Bruce, were all Mr. Kelly's regulars.
When you dine and imbibe in spirits at Gibson's, you're doing so in a room that the "Chairman of the Board," Old Blue Eyes himself both performed and dined/drank in. And nobody does steaks, chops and sea food/lobster better than Gibson's.
It just doesn't get any better than that.
But as much Gibson's is THE center of the legendary night life and dining in the Viagra Triangle's (Rush St.), there's nothing that beats an evening of downing the vodka tonics and Manhattans at Jilly's Piano Bar.
Jilly's is every bit the Rush St. legend that a Gibson's or a Tavern on Rush are. And with live piano music buttressing classic 70's rock juke box faves, nothing beats the atmosphere at Jilly's.
And there's valet parking outside of all these fine Rush Street establishments.
I love to cause a scene by pulling up to a Jilly's, a Gibson's or a Hugo's Frog Bar in my brand new shiny 2008 Lexus, courtesy of my good friend Mike McGrath of McGrath Lexus, and having one of the Mexican valet boys take off in my sparkling new ride.
Nothing says "I have arrived" more than that does. And nothing is a bigger aphrodisiac to the young ladies.
Good thing that I've solved my little problem with E.D., courtesy of the fine folks at the Boston Medical Group. And while we're on this topic, let me say that I've revved up my libido and my love life ever since I started taking Enzyte. And I'd like to thank my good friends at Enzyte for the free samples.
Ask my girlfriend: I'm back to being the tiger that I was 30-35 years ago (not that my girlfriend was with me 30-35 years ago ... hell, she wasn't even more than a mere glimmer in her old man's eye 35 years ago ... I'm scoring some points with that one, believe me).
Which is perfect, since I've had my eyes and forehead done, and have weekly Botox and Silicone injections courtesy of my good cosmetic surgeon friends Dr. Michael Horn and Dr. Wafiq Hana.
I've been told that I look 25-35 years younger, thanks to a few nips, tucks and injections (not to mention the ass-lift that eliminated much of the flabby sagging and reduced the overall size of my tookus by at least 25-30%).
And with my newfound virility and youthful good looks (not to mention the newly lifted kiester), I've been hitting all the Rush Street hot spots with the vigor and abandon of a 25-30 year old guy. It's like I've found the fountain of youth.
And with all that late night weekend partying, there's nothing better than a Sunday brunch at the legendary Lou Mitchell's. You'll run into some top shelf power brokers in that vintage Chicago joint. Or stop by for breakfast on a weekday morning and you'll rub shoulders with politicians and made guys (who are sometimes one and the same).
One more thing: I forgot to mention the fine dining establishments that my good friend Phil Stefani and my good friend Rich Mellman (of Lettuce Entertain You fame) own and operate. With all the time I spend on Rush Street, I couldn't get through a week without dropping in for a legendary dining experience at Phil Stefani's legendary 437 Rush. You won't find a better Italian steak house in the world.
And let me thank Chef Federico for the wonderful prime steak, chops, lobster and pasta favorites that I've dined on over the last couple of weeks. The carry out meals have been a life saver, since I haven't been able to sit in a restaurant chair after having the silicone injections in my rump.
And there's no place for sea food quite like Rich Mellman's wonderful Shaw's Crab House.
But when my girlfriend wants a truly top shelf dining experience, Lettuce's Everest and Tru top the list. Let me tell you, Charlie Trotter"s has nothing on those joints.
Gotta run: my good friend Tom Lemming just called my cell to talk about my good friend, Charlie Weis', boffo recruiting class at the home of one Touchdown Jesus, Notre Dame.
Well, that's more like it. The Illini really looked great tonight. I was worried, early on, that Northwestern would be a tough team for us to match up against. But the Illini erased all concerns with tonight's big win!
This one felt even better than the the big Michigan win!
And hey, who knows, if we keep playing like this, maybe we'll even be able to beat Iowa (although that one's goin' to be tough ... the game's gonna be in Iowa City, and Iowa City is always a tough place for any visiting team to get a win).
Boy was this a great win!
And how about Trent Meacham's turn around, fade away three pointer at the top of the key!?!
What a play!
Even Jerry Hester shook his head at that one.
Trent looked like MJ out there tonight. You've gotta love Trent ... he's a local kid from Champaign. He really does East Central Illinois proud.
Hopefully, we can look forward to seeing more turn around, fade away three pointers this year. I'll bet Mike "Tissy" Tisdale can hit that shot. It'd sure be great to see a 7'1" kid try a shot like that.
And Brian Randle would turn NBA scouts heads if he could work that shot into his game.
Boy, oh boy!
Can't wait to go up to East Lansing and take it to Michigan State now.
We're surging.
Brian, I don't think this game meant a goddamned thing.
Northwestern is just an awful, awful basketball team.
You can't gauge your team by how well you play against Northwestern.
They're just a horse shit basketball team. I mean, boy oh boy do they blow!
I mean, even Chester Frazier hit a couple shots against the Wildcat's sheep dung defense tonight.
And Chester can't play for shit.
He probably couldn't even start at the point for the Hoopeston Corn Jerkers' freshman B-team.
And Calvin Brock didn't do a damn thing out there ... even against this awful, pig shit Northwestern team.
Brock'll have games where he sneaks in a few baskets here and there, but he's just not a good player at this level. And he doesn't have a position. He can't shoot, he can't dribble, he's got no court vision and he doesn't even look like he wants it half the time.
He can't play guard and he doesn't have the body to play forward in the Big Ten.
Hell, I'm not sure if he could even start for Eastern Illinois.
You've just gotta wonder what the hell was wrong with Weber when he recruited these guys. Was his recruiting so bad that he was desperate enough to just settle for any warm body that had an interest in playing for Illinois?
Well, I'll answer my own damn question: Yeah, he was that desperate.
Don't shake your head at me Brian.
I know that Jerry Hester has gotta agree with me. Tell 'em, Jerry.
You can see just how terrible this Illini team is. They play like cattle piss.
And it's starting to hack me off.
At least we're gonna be better in the future, what with the 2010 recruiting class and all. And Crandall Head is 100 times better than anyone on our roster RIGHT NOW!
But I'm almost 80 years old. I can't wait forever. And I've had more than my fill of the kind bullshit that this Illini team has given us over the last two years.
And I'm not even feelin' too good about next year either. Sure Alex Legion is goin' to be a good player for us, but he's too similar to Jamar Smith.
We still won't have an attacking/slashing guard who can get his own shot. We're still goin' to be a jump shooting team.
We need to go out and get a smaller, quick point guard who can break down defenders, get into the lane at will, cause match up problems, overplay passing lanes for steals, and provide us a change of pace from Demetri McCamey. McCamey is goin' to be O.K., but he's a bigger guy who doesn't exactly have Allen Iverson or Dee Brown type quickness.
He's kind of like Mateen Cleaves, without the decision making and leadership qualities. So we're goin' to be in trouble if Weber doesn't get another PG.
Maybe Jordan can step up, but he's more likely to take Chester's minutes as a defensive specialish than he is to provide that extra
spark on offense.
I'm not feelin' good about next year. Weber needs a Scottie Reynolds or an Armon Bassett or a Tory Jackson/Kyle McAlarney type change of pace Point Guard.
This whole season reminds me of the aroma that often wafts up to Memorial Stadium and Assembly Hall from the Ag. Department's South Farms: it's Hog Manure!
Fellas, fellas, let's put a hot tarp on this discussion. We all know the Illini are struggling to put points on the board almost as badly as Boers & Bernstein on the former carrier of Illini basketball in Chicago.
Another thing we can all agree on is the lack of cohesion exhibited by those two douche bags.
I guess the good people of Chicago shouldn't expect anything less from the ambiguously gay duo. I might be violating copyright laws, so I'll back off that statement.
I will cricitze one thing out of you Mr.Barnhardt: It's your unabated and unflapping loyalty towards the University of Illinois and the surrounding areas. You can thank all the program directors from small,ho-dunk outposts across "east center Illinois," as you say. Nobody up here in the State of Chicago could care less. Remember: Chicago gives the Univserity instant credibility to outsiders looking in. Never forget that.
Speaking of credibility, I'd also like to question the broadcasting acumen of one Loren Tate. Your halftime pieces - most of which involve interviewing writers from the Champaign-Urbana papers and are completely devoid of any substance - are absolute dog shit. Also, people in Chicago (Your biggest market, remember!) care about you flapping your gums about the jv women's polo team. It's an utter waste of time.
Loren, I think it's time to phase your out of the broadcasting picture. Your analysis and insight would be helpful - if I were watching a game in the 1960's.
Take Barnhart with you, too.
Long live Jim Turpin!
Man, I still can't get any love for my Chicago State Cougars on Drive and Dish.
C'mon now fellas.
Ain't no love for the South Side on this website.
I mean, even those backwater hicks out in Iowa showed some love to the South Side during the Iowa Caucus when they voted for a South Side guy for President.
And next year, the whole country (well, maybe not certain Southern states, if you know what I mean) could vote for a brotha from the South Side, and put him in the White House.
Unless, of course they vote for Hillary. But don't get me wrong, I'm not hatin' on Hillary. She's O.K., and she's got a hell of a lot of junk in the trunk.
Back that thang up, Hillary!
But I digress. Back to my point, what does the South Side get at Drive and Dish?
Nothing.
I see how it is.
Man, I've been repping the South Side since the days of Jheri curls and parachute pants. I'm talkin bout: when Prince dropped "Little Red Corvette," a young Jay Hood was keepin' it real on tha SOUTH SIDE!
And when Michael Jackson got the whole nation's attention by moonwalking across the stage at the Motown 25 year Anniversary, I was keepin' it real on the SOUTH SIDE (even though I was just a shorty)!
And when guys like Farley "Jackmaster" Funk and DJ Wayne Williams and Lil Louis were bringin' down tha house at the Mendel Catholic parties back in the late 80's, I was right there, holdin' it down for the SOUTH SIDE!
And later on, in the college years, I let my talent shine all over the airwaves of the South and Southeast Side, as I held it down for WKKC -- on tha real.
Let me tell you, those Friday night mix shows on 'KKC were legendary. Back in the day, when we were bumpin' mixes from Maurice "Ice" Culpepper and DJ Pierre.
And we were droppin' joints like "Microphone Fiend" from Eric B. and Rakim and "the Vapors" from Biz Markie (now that you mention it, I think Drive and Dish done gone and caught the Vapors).
And speaking of the college years: When it came time for me to go to college, did I go off to some far flung campus in some crazy state?
NO.
Did I head downstate to some party school in a one horse town (SIU, EIU, WIU), or to U of I, ISU or any other school?
NO.
Hell, did I sell out and go to one of the schools on the North Side?
Hell naw.
I took my ass to Kennedy King, and then on to Chicago State's lovely campus on South King Drive.
That's how much I love the SOUTH SIDE!
So can I please get some love for the South Side on Drive and Dish?
P.S. With all the comped food, cars and cosmetic surgery that Chet Coppock's raggedy old ass has gotten, could somebody from Brite Smile please hook him up with some free teeth whitening sessions?
I mean, seriously.
Chet's teeth are yellower than Joakim Noah's yellow assed complexion. They're so yellow that they're almost brown.
If I didn't know better, I'd think Chet was a tourist from England.
That's how brown Coppock's teeth are.
It's like like he's got wooden teeth, and the white paint all wore off ... like he's MF'in George Washington, or somethin.'
C'mon now!
Also, what turnip truck did Brian Barnhart fall off of? Man that's one country ass MF.
And if Loren Tate thinks this is the worst Illini team he's ever seen, then it must be the worst Illini team of all time -- 'cause Loren Tate's old country ass has seen ALL of 'em.
From 1905 to now.
And another thing: that new Rihanna joint's got a hot beat (and I don't mind Rihanna and her booty either), but the vocals are whack.
That's how music is today. They make hot beatz, but nobody can sing and there aren't very many real MC's left. All the Southern Crunk vocals are garbage.
I mean, how you gonna give me "Solja Boy" and "Ay Bay Bay?"
It's like they only make hip hop for 12 year olds these days.
It's ridiculous.
I mean, when Hurricane Chris says: "I limp up in tha club, wit tha gangstaz and tha thugz," I'm thinking, how did this shawty get into the club?
The kid is sixteen.
Are you kiddin' me?
I mean, even if Hurricane Chris did get a fake I.D., he still looks like a 6th grader.
His baby ass talkin' all 'bout doin' shots of Patron.
C'mon now.
Look, I hold it down on "High School Holla" every Friday night in football season. It's not like I'm ready for the old folks home just yet. I get my swerve on like anybody else, and I'm still down with what the kids are listening to ... well, sorta.
But these kids wouldn't know real hip hop if it hit em in the face.
That's why they think Chris Brown and T-Pain are gangsta.
And what's the deal with Akon's whiny ass? That dude ain't hip hop, and don't tell me he's an R&B singer.
All Akon can do is whine. He whines so damn much, he sounds like a guy who just found out that his old lady banged the Detroit Piston's starting 5 (and 3 or 4 of the reserves -- plus Jason Maxiell and Lindsay Hunter) while he went out for milk.
That's why I'm so down with cats who got flow, like Lupe and Mos Def. And why I still bump "Paid In Full" in my whip when I'm out driving around the SOUTH SIDE.
Jay, I'd be remissed if I didn't mention today's game at the Jones Convocation Center on the SOUTH SIDE! Two of the nation's more underrated players(Scoring machine David Holston of Chicago SOUTH SIDE! university and Texas Pan-American's assist producer Paul Stoll.
Tickets are still available on the SOUTH SIDE! Make it out to this game, as only two home games remain after today.
Central State - who is one of the three schools in america that aren't division 1 transitional schools - and IUPUI, led by barefoot coach Ron Hunter.
I'd like to add that Hunter is one of the more energetic and intense personalities in the coaching profession.
I'm sure Trashtalk and Mr.Buckets are excited to see him in San Antonio.
PEACE OOOOOUT.
Mark,
I'm going to have to disagree with your criticism of Brian Barnhart and Loren Tate.
I think Barnhart is a solid play by play man. And as for his blatant Illinois cheerleading, remember: he's paid to do that. It's part of his job description.
All play by play guys are like that these days. Radio broadcasts for all sports teams (college or pro) are essentially glorified PR/advertising campaigns.
The days when play by play guys, like Harry Carry, would tell you what they really thought (good or bad) have gone the way of the Boston Garden: they're a thing of the past.
Today, play by play guys are company men through and through. In that regard, Brian Barnhart is
no different than Hawk Harrelson, Len Casper, Neal Funk, Marv Albert (on his MSG Network/Knicks broadcasts), or anyone else.
And it's part of the job to announce the call letters and station managers of all the team's radio affiliate stations. Hawk Harrelson does that all the time on White Sox broadcasts.
But I'll agree with one of your assertions: Brian Barnhart doesn't sound as though he likes Chicago very much.
As for Loren Tate -- I never used to like him. I always thought he was sort of a small town, Barney Fife type reporter. And he always seemed like the world's biggest Illini homer.
But not anymore. He's been very pessimistic about the state of Illinois basketball over the past couple of years. And not just since the Illini started losing.
He was skeptical of the collective abilities of players such as Jamar Smith, Richard McBride, Warren Carter, Marcus Arnold, Trent Meacham, Chester Frazier and Brian
Randle long before most other observers noticed their on court shortcomings.
So I've started to respect Loren Tate's opinion quite a bit -- Barney Fife speech patterns and all.
And I agree with everything that he said in his comment above (except for the thing about Crandall Head being 100 times better than any Illinois guard RIGHT NOW -- I haven't seen Head play, but I doubt that he can be THAT good).
By the way, Jay Hood is right. Drive and Dish hasn't been showing much love to the South Side -- even though it's proprietors (Mark Buckets and I) hail from the South/Southwest Suburbs and are products of South Side and South Suburban Chicago Catholic League high schools.
I used to rep the South Side too, but now I've become more Downtown, Near North and Near West Side oriented. And I've kind of settled into a West Suburban existence.
But Mark Buckets is far more of a true South Sider than I am. And he doesn't drink the South Side haterade that I've been drinking for the last three or four years.
That said, I've still got a little love for the South Side.
After all, it's still better than Cleveland or Detroit.
Hell, throw St. Louis, Philly, Baltimore and Houston in there too.
I mean, you know, it was just good to get back out there and showcase my game for NBA teams.
I mean, I was just glad that I could get back on the court and show the NBA scouts what I can do.
And I made some free throws in last night's game when, you know, they weren't important or anything.
So I'm feelin' pretty good, you know.
It feels a lot better than most games, when I have to shoot free throws in crunch time, when one or two free throws can cause the game to go either way.
I always miss those free throws. But last night, the pressure was off, so I just went out there and shot the free throws like I didn't have a care in the world.
And I was 3 for 3.
I know the scouts had to see that, know what I'm sayin.
So it's all good. Ima be aiight.
I'm just goin' out there and showing teams what I can do at the next level, knawhaImean.
Toilet poopey clogged Saturday
Man, Chicago State definitely didn't reprezent tonight.
How you gonna let Texas Pan American come into your house and basically shit on the brand new carpet!?!
Chicago State needs to step they game up.
The South Side ain't no joke. Chicago State needs to show for tha South Side of tha Chi.
For real.
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