Our next defeat is scheduled for next Friday, 8 o'clock. *

Last night, Chris and I went to the VCU game.  I love that my work buys tickets for that because basically, I love basketball!  Baseball is cool, but it's long and boring and I don't pay attention the whole time (and they are the Richmond SQUIRRELS...gag me).  Basketball is something I can pay attention to - plus, there's the pep band.  I didn't take any pictures this year, I think I got about three last year (and by last year I mean February of this year).  The stripper boy from the Pep band was there, but his clothes stayed on - no patriotic boxers this year...darn.  Also - we didn't park in the Kroger parking lot like I did last time, which is good because they were actually towing cars this year.

It was a really good game - there were a lot of good plays but there was also a lot of sloppy playing going on by both teams.  Through it all I kept thinking, "basketball season is coming!" And then I got really nervous and realized that basketball season is coming!  It's been so long since I've played! I'm excited and nervous that maybe I lost all of my skill (assuming I had any to begin with). 

Anyway - The Rams won.  We were sitting next to a couple which I could just tell are season ticket holders because the woman knew all of the things the student crowd would yell (and she was quite older than them) - I've decided also that she was once a cheerleader.  It made it fun.  Chris and I kept trying to figure out what they said after a foul shot was made.  It was something like, "whoosh, VCU - garble garble garble" *Foot stomp*.  By the end we decided that they weren't saying words, only grunting, and that we should feel stupid for trying to figure it out throughout the whole game. 

I wanted to get a picture with Rodney the Ram but I never really thought you could, but Chris said he could get me one.  Then later, Rodney was in the stands taking pictures with people, once he was done with one someone else would call him over.  Chris kept looking at me like, "call out to him!" but I couldn't do it.  I get so nervous around mascots (I don't know if that is true, I'm making a generalization about myself here).  I can only think my nervousness stemmed from the debacle I had with mountain goats in Utah when I was 18.  Traumatized. Which actually reminds me of a poster a guy at work made and sent me once - I wish they had had things like this when I was younger, it would have helped a lot...

Needless to say - I did not get my picture with Rodney the Ram. Sad Day.

The game was really fun though.  It made me kind of sad that my college didn't have sports teams - I mean, don't get me wrong, being the selfish person I am, I'm glad that I got to play tons of sports instead but there's something about having that school pride.  But then I thought about it - how good would the Vikings have actually been? Team pride is easier when your team is kicking butt and made it to the final four at least once. So - I'm going to adopt VCU as "my school team" and hope to go to games for many more years.