Four days after winning the biggest game in the history of their basketball program (Saturday's 66-62 win over then #1 Memphis), Tennessee was upset by #18 Vanderbilt 72-69 Tuesday night.
Tennessee was ranked #1 for the first time in school history when this week's AP Top 25 was released on Monday, but the Volunteers' stay at #1 appears certain to be short lived.
In the wake of Saturday's historic win over Memphis, head coach Bruce Pearl and his Tennessee squad were the beneficiaries of a tremendous amount of media attention. Tennessee, it was said, had climbed the mountain to elite basketball status. So it's fitting that Tennessee's sudden downfall came at the hands of their old in-state conference rival Vanderbilt.
Vanderbilt has a history of knocking off #1 teams. As the above Sports Illustrated article says (see the link in the first paragraph of this post):
"Vanderbilt (24-4, 9-4) has hosted the No. 1 team nine times in its 56 years at Memorial Gym, and the Commodores improved to 6-3 overall in those games with victories in the past four, including then-No. 1 Florida last year. The Commodores also now have won all 18 home games this season and 31 of their last 32."
Over the course of the last four days, two different basketball programs from the state of Tennessee have held the #1 ranking in the nation, and both of those programs have been knocked off by in state rivals.
This season, the state of Tennessee has become the epicenter of college basketball; a title that has, historically, belonged to states that border Tennessee: Kentucky and North Carolina. And despite the college basketball mania to its North and East, college football has always been king in the Volunteer state.
But, at least for 2008, things have definitely changed.
One more thing: although he's built a great program at Vanderbilt (and may well be content to stay there), head coach Kevin Stallings is certain to be a hot prospect to fill one of the big name coaching vacancies that will arise at the conclusion of the college basketball regular season. One can expect to hear his name associated with some of the more well publicized coaching searches (especially Indiana).
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The number one team did lose, and thats Butler. Yes. Butler 2008. You may watch your powerpuffed wacky tobaccy schools on ESPN. You need to look deeper at a program with real talent teachin players to more than how to look good on camera. Butler plays defense. We gonna run down those wacky tobbacy programs in the tournament.
Uh huh.
Uh huh.
cause we be cuttin down them nets.
I be dusting off that old tuxcedo, I be purchasing a nose hair trimmer at the mall, I be shinin them shoes for the big dance. Why you ask? Cause we be cutting down them nets. Yeee Heee. We be cutting down them nets.
*turning up the music
We Be Cutting Down Them Nets
*turning it louder
WE BE CUTTING DOWN THEM NETS
*breakdancing
WE BE CUTTING DOWN THEM NETS
*playin the xylaphone
WE BE CUTTING DOWN THEM NETS
*shouting out the window
WE BE CUTTING DOWN THEM NETS
Weeeeeeeeee Heeeeeeeeeeee
*Playin my trumpet
WE BE CUTTING DOWN THEM NETS
Gimme a B
Gimme a U
Gimme a T
Gimme a L
Gimme a E
Gimme a R
BUTLER 2008.
WE BE CUTTING DOWN THEM NETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Butler Bob, you and your Hickory High team aren't going to win anything. Where on Earth is Butler anyway? I've never even heard of Butler.
But your team full of Jimmy Chitwoods aren't going to be able to handle Hashim Thabeet or Roy Hibbert.
Face it -- a Big East team is going to win the national championship, just as the Big East does every year.
The Big East is, without question, the best conference in college basketball. The ACC comes in second place. After that is the A-10 and the Patriot League.
Butler is a bunch of hicks.
On the outside, I always seemed like a pretty cool, regular guy. I had a tight group of friends in high school. We were pretty socially successful. I came in second for class Treasurer. I was, by all accounts, a pretty cool, popular guy.
But I didn't get a ton of attention from the opposite sex. I graduated high school and entered college without having become a "man," if you know what I mean (i.e. I still had my "V" card).
As a first year college student, I felt as though the other guys had a level of experience that I didn't have. I felt like I was the only virgin in the world.
And I felt like the girls would all reject me and ridicule me if they were to learn of my sexual inexperience. Let's be honest: chicks can be extremely cruel.
And they seem to always go for the biggest a-hole guys out there. They seemingly want nothing to do with nice guys like me.
So although I was concerned that my lack of sexual experience could inhibit my success with girls in college, I was never lucky enough to be in position for it to become an issue.
Fact of the matter is: my virginity never became an "issue" because I couldn't get any college girls to give me the time of day in the first place.
What a demoralizing thing that was.
I thought that college would allow me to blossom and have lots of opportunities with the opposite sex. I mean, that's how it's supposed to be, right?
But the opportunity never arose. Sure, I went out with friends and was social. But girls just never noticed me or gave me a chance.
They all seemed to want to hook up with football players, basketball players or meathead frat guys with big muscles.
Any way you slice it: the college girls wanted jerks, not nice guys like me.
There I was: 21 years old and I still hadn't received my "man card," so to speak.
So I decided to visit a "massage" parlor off the highway, out in Fayetteville.
I paid $50 for what was supposed to be my initiation into "manhood."
But instead of losing my virginity, I feel as though I lost my innocence and my soul with that transaction.
It's been over a week since I visited that massage parlor, but I feel every bit as dirty and as guilty as I did the moment after the "deed" was done.
The minute I shot my wad, I realized that, not only had I lost bodily fluids, but my dignity had left my body as well.
I cried like a baby that night.
I felt so broken and alone.
I spent the next week running from myself, experimenting with alcohol and various drugs to escape the pain that was my life.
Now here I am -- I've got mid-terms this week, yet I haven't opened a book in 10 days. I've been on an eating/drinking/drugging binge for the last 4 days.
Two weeks ago, I was a studious virgin who had -- with the exception of the typical college social drinking and marijuana experimentation -- stayed away from alcohol and drugs. Now I'm a meth addict who drinks anti-freeze and huffs gasoline, just to catch a buzz for long enough to forget about how much I hate myself.
I have so much guilt and shame. I feel so dirty and broken.
And I need to huff some more gasolina.
Anyways, go Duke.
Trevor,
Good Lord! Go to the campus clinic and get some help.
Seek counseling immediately.
And do it now, so that your troubles (and your quest for medical/mental health assistance) are ON RECORD BEFORE you fail to show up for your midterms (and end up flunking out of school -- as an upperclassman).
When I was a freshman in college, I had an R.A. who went through a binge/purge period not unlike the one that you're going through now.
He was a fifth year senior who had been on schedule to graduate at the end of the spring period. But rather than graduate, he flunked out of school.
And he had to go to rehab AFTER he flunked out and his life fell apart.
If you get help now, you may be able to get some sympathy from your professors and from the school's administrators. But if you just fail to show up for your tests, then you're probably screwed (unless my mom is one of your instructors -- she's an English instructor, and every year she'd have students fail to show up for mid-terms and final exams, but she'd ALWAYS let them re-schedule).
Trevor,
By the way: now that you're a hard-living, gasoline huffing, meth addict, don't be surprised if girls start to see you as a "bad boy."
You might actually start to pull a some girls, now that you're living on the wild side.
That could solve your problem.
Sonny Boys, you need to solve them problems. Mmmm Mmmm Mmmm
You be needing to read the scripture. You be needing to look inside at the soul of yours. You be needing to learn. That's how you will. You go to a church and ask for a priest and tell him you be needing some reconciliation. If you want to find love, he can guide you.
Trashtalk Superstar: please do not use the Lord's name in vain.
Purity happiness is found in salvation. Ooooooooo Weeeeeee. That be why I watch Butler. A team with moral players. That be why Butler be cuttin down them nets.
Butler 08.
We be cutting down them nets
Butler Bob,
I wasn't trying to take the Lord's name in vain. But otherwise, I agree with you. And you're right -- happiness can only be found in salvation.
But Trevor is a long way off from reconciling with any kind of universal eternal truths.
At the moment, he just needs to take care of business and do whatever he can to save his ass with regard to his studies.
And then he needs to say "down with dope and up with hope."
But Salvation doesn't come overnight.
Detox, however, does.
And if Trevor flunks out of school at this late stage of his academic career, it will make his current troubles look trivial.
This dude needs to salvage his studies and academic standing before he does anything else. But you're right to suggest that solutions to his problems can be found in scripture.
As for Trevor's feeling "dirty and broken" because of his dalliance with prostitutes and drugs, Jesus said:
"There is nothing outside a person, which by going into him can defile him; but the things which come out of a person are what defile him." (Mk 7:15)
Butler Loss: Butlery poopey make in water toilet splash now less.
I'm desperate. I huffed gasoline from 6am until almost noon. Then I scored some PCP and, later, ended up in a meth den in a trailer park outside of Gastonia.
I've been awake for 6 straight days, getting dusted and smoking meth. Now I'm out of money and I'm about to rob a Quikie Mart to get meth $$ and beer.
Normally, I'd just give blood for my drug and beer $$, but the blood bank is closed right now and I can't wait until the morning to get high.
I think I can get away with robbing the Quickie Mart tonight.
But I can't keep hitting up the same convenience stores.
Sooner or later, I'm certain to get caught.
Hopefully, I won't have to resort to selling my body for meth $$.
Anyways, I'll do whatever I've got to do to get what I need. But I'm starting to think that what I really need is to get on the horse, if you know what I mean.
Oh yeah, I almost forgot:
Go Duke.
I agree with Pooh McGee. Trevor, right team, wrong place to vent your life problems.
Duke all the way!
Last night I walked into a Quickie Mart, intent on robbing the place to get meth $.
I had to work up quite a bit of courage to go in and rob the place: I mean, I'm not used to doing these things. But I was desperate. I did meth for the first time last week, but I'd become a meth head almost immediately.
I was out of $$ and I needed to get high.
So, after a case of cold feet, I walked in to the Quickie Mart ready to rob the f'in place.
But before I could make my move, a bunch of customers came in and forced me to wait for a few minutes.
So, to kill the time, I started perusing through the magazine rack.
I read through the ESPN magazine (which took about 15 seconds) and then picked up a copy of High Times. The magazine was wrapped in plastic, so I couldn't actually read it. But that didn't matter, because what happened next changed the course of my life.
Just as I was handling the High Times mag, a chick came by the magazine rack and noticed what I was reading.
She was kind of a bohemian, hippie chick with tatoos, pink highlights in her hair, a backwards Kangol hat and piercings on her lip and eyebrows.
Normally, I don't look chicks in the eyes, but for whatever reason, I noticed that her eyes were kind of droopy and bloodshot. Then I noticed that she was carrying a bag of Doritos and pint of Ben and Jerry's Chunky Monkey. I came to the quick realization that she and her girlfriend had come into the Quickie mart to satisfy their case of the "munchies."
She saw me holding the copy of High Times and must have picked up on the fact that I was coming down from a hard drug binge (I guess I was looking kind of f'd up, you know). Anyhoo, she looked me up and down and said the following: "soooo, you like to party, right?"
I didn't know what to do. I've never gotten attention from the opposite sex. But this chick appeared to be hitting on me.
My heart started racing and I became nervous. I wanted to come off as cool and collected. But I wasn't used to this kind of thing. I stood there searching for the right words to reply with, but I didn't have the slightest idea what to say.
Worse yet (I thought), the prospect of having a chick approach me left me fighting back a cheshire grin that was doing its best to take over my face. Try as I might, I couldn't control my facial muscles. My mouth became fixed in a beaming grin, despite the droopy, drugged out nature of my eyes.
I was finished, I thought.
But what happened next blew me away.
Although I was desperately searching for the perfect words with which to reply to her inquiry, all I could do was stand there with that damn grin and mumble out some idiotic, reflexive attempt to deny being a "partier" and buy time for me to think of something perfect to say.
"What gives you that idea," I said.
Immediately, I thought that I'd blown my chances. But to my surprise, the girl smiled and said:
"Oh, looks like we have real bad boy here."
Again, I reflexively denied being a bad boy.
"No way," I said. "I'm such a nice guy that I can't get girls."
Regrettably still grinning from ear to ear, I continued: "In fact, if it weren't for quote, unquote 'masseuses' from Thailand, I'd still be a virgin."
I couldn't believe what I'd just said. Certainly, I'd just shot myself in the foot. And I still couldn't wipe that foolish grin off my face.
But then a funny thing happened. The bohemian hippie chick laughed. She thought that I was joking. And then she giggled and asked what I was planning to do.
I was so taken back that I didn't take the time to filter my reply. So I told her the truth.
"I'm going to rob this store for meth money, steal some beer and then go on on a bender."
Again, she laughed at my reply. Then she slapped at my arm and said, "oooh, you really are quite the bad boy."
Unbelievably, this girl thought that I was running game on her. And she was receptive! And even more unbelievably, I was coming off as incredibly irreverent, quick witted and mildly cocky. Although it was 100% accidental, I guess my "game" was actually pretty tight (through no doing of my own).
What happened next blew me away: she told me about a party that she and her girlfriend were going to. And she invited me to come along.
So, instead of robbing the Quickie Mart, I left the place with the two party chicks, Brianna and Skye.
When we got in their car, the girls immediately pulled out a blunt filled with Chronic.
We all took turns taking hits from the blunt.
I got so messed up that I didn't know who I was or where I was. I swear, at one point I thought I was carrying on a conversation with Jim Morrison and Richard Pryor.
But then something amazing happened. Sky put her hands down my pants. Then she unzipped my pants and went down on me.
OMG!! She was going down on me in the car! Before going to the massage parlor 10 days ago, I'd never even kissed a girl.
Now I was getting blown in a car on the interstate!
Long story short: we ended at one of their guy friend's apartments up in Brevard. It turns out that these girls are artists/baristas/ part time strippers who live in Brevard and party like rock stars. We smoked weed and did blow all night long.
And then it happened ... after a couple hours of smoking and doing blow, Skye went down on me again. But then Brianna came over and started going down on me too. Before I could gather my bearings and take in what was going on, both girls had stripped naked and were making out with each other and with me.
Barely one week removed from paying a Thai "masseuse" for my first sexual experience, I was doing coke and having a threesome with two hot strippers!!
So, after a long night, I'm still up here in the mountains in Brevard in this guy's apartment with Brianna and Skye. I just woke up a few minutes ago, but Skye got with me and sparked up this crazy four foot bong.
I'm having some tasty buds for breakfast.
Holy crap, is this great!
Oh yeah, go Duke.
Wednesday night, I was about to rob a Quickie Mart to feed my meth addiction, when fate intervened and sent two amazingly hot, bohemian hippie/stripper chicks into my life.
Instead of robbing the Quickie Mart to pay for meth, I got into a car with two girls that I'd just met minutes before.
We drove for a few hours, smoking blunts and drinking Natty Light. Eventually, we made it to a small gathering at this dude's apartment up in Brevard. There were about four people there. We sat up doing blow all night.
More amazingly, I had my first threesome that night. Just two weeks ago, I was so upset over the fact that I was a 21 year old virgin college student, that I drove out to Fayetteville to pay for sex in a massage parlor.
Ten days after losing my "V" card to a Thai "masseuse," I was rocking the crap out of two coked up strippers. My life was turning into a freakin' porno!
So I stayed with the girls in Brevard for a few days. Me and Brianna and Skye smoked mad chronic during the day and did crazy blow at night. Those girls showed me how to party like a rock star.
I was having the time of my life.
You see, despite the fact that I've always been a studious achiever, I'd never done so well with the ladies.
In a dizzyingly short period of time, I went from being a boring, virginal college dork to hard partying, threesome having, stripper banging, bad boy.
I was having the time of my life...
that is, until I woke up this morning in an ice filled bathtub ... WITH ONE OF MY KIDNEYS MISSING!
I was on a coke/vodka/chronic/speedball/tequila/PCP/Ketamine binge since Wednesday night. From Thursday evening through late Saturday night, I didn't get a minute of sleep. I was going from one person's apartment to another person's apartment and from one bar to another. It was a constant stream of bar hopping and after parties in people's apartments that lasted until mid afternoon the next day.
I had sex with one pothead slut, hippie chick after another. And there's no end to the white trash, pothead, hippie chicks up here in Brevard. They're all aspiring artists who work at coffee shops by day and party like rock stars by night.
I've never had more fun in my life.
Until last night.
I stayed with Brianna and Skye for two days, but then I hooked up with another hippie chick on Friday. I stayed in her apartment, alternating between banging her and consuming intoxicants until about 8:00pm last night.
That's when we went out for drinks and to meet up with some of her peeps. After the bars closed, we ended up at an after party in this dude's double wide.
His name was Dakota, and he looked like a chubby, pierced and tatted up Joakim Noah.
This was all cool, I thought. But at Dakota's party, I ran into Brianna and Skye. They were there with their coke dealer, Crazy Julio, and his boys, Eddie Loco and Ramesh Patel.
I had thought that Brianna and Skye were kinda like my "girlfriends." But boy was I wrong. After doing boatloads of blow, they performed some sexual favors for Crazy Julio and his boys.
I was crestfallen.
I thought that we'd bonded for the two and a half days that we were together.
To see them go off in a room with those three guys left me despondent.
I was jealous, angry and heartbroken at the same time.
So I did a bunch of PCP with Dakota.
I really don't remember anything after that point, except that Brianna and Skye came around after banging Crazy Julio and his boys. They persuaded me to get into a car with Eddie Loco and some guy with a Russian accent.
The next thing I knew, I woke up naked in the ice filled bathtub, with duct tape around my wrists and mouth ... and with a giant scar on my side.
Now I'm stuck. I don't have any money. I don't have any clothes. I don't have a way to get back to school, although since I totally blew off midterms, I'm probably screwed anyways.
And, perhaps most alarming, I don't have one of my kidneys.
Anyways, I saw that Duke beat State yesterday. So I guess everything's cool.
Go Duke.
Trevor,
Where do you attend school?
You appear to be a Duke fan.
Are you a Duke student?
No, Ap State.
Trevor,
How did you post that comment about waking up in an ice filled bath tub -- sans a kidney?
You stated that you had no money, no clothes and no way to get back to school. If that's all true, how were you posting at Drive and Dish?
Also, how did you have sexual relations with all those girls after doing so much cocaine?
Isn't cocaine a vasoconstrictor? Doesn't heavy use cause constriction of the blood vessels which, in turn, would lead to temporary erectile difficulties?
I was posting from a motel room somewhere off some highway somewhere in the middle of nowhere.
Although the motel doesn't have many amenities, it does have a computer with a high speed connection in each room.
And the blow didn't have any negative side effects on my wangy. Maybe it does for other people. But remember, I've got 21 years of sexual frustration and energy stored up.
Nothing can hold that back.
But it would be nice to have my kidney back.
Lastly, I go to Ap St., but I root for Duke basketball.
Go Duke.
holy sheet, this kid trevor has problems. anybody know what ever happened to him?????
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