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No one knew where I went to college until the basketball players started stealing condoms and dealing drugs.
I am not exaggerating. I have lived in Boston for five years, and only twenty percent of those I run into have actually heard of Binghamton University, the State University of New York branch I graduated from. That is, until the university hired men’s basketball coach Kevin Broadus, and his prize recruits started finding themselves in the back of police cars. Continue reading
It’s Hockey East quarterfinals time, and I found myself yesterday in a particular mood. One of excitement and nervousness, one that I have anytime a favorite team of mine is in the playoffs. This weekend, I have this two fold, as now only is Boston Univeristy in the Hockey East quarterfinals against the University of Maine (ye of the giants), but my undergraduate alma mater Binghamton University is playing in their first America East men’s basketball championship game this morning. Binghamton will secure their first ever NCAA berth with a win today. If this isn’t the biggest day ever for Binghamton, I don’t know what could top it.
Needless to say that this weekend, I have an excess of nervousness and excitement. Frankly, I’m a nervous wreck. I have channeled this excess excitement and nervousness into doing my nails multiple times. (I even went as far as to buy a new buffer. That means I’m serious.) But the nail filing and buffing isn’t working.
Last year to the day, I wrote a piece about excitement and nervousness, and how your favorite teams may ebb and flow throughout the years, the way you act when they’re in the playoffs may never really change. The original post (which I very much enjoy) is located here.
Now someone pass the top coat.
This week at …On Being a Sports Girl, we have a series that I am hastily trying to put together called, “Countdown to Senior Night.” (And when I mean hastily put together, I mean it came to me as I was down in the Food Court getting lunch 45 minutes ago.) Originally hatched to be a review and reflection upon this year’s Boston University hockey senior class, I decided to open it up to posts about senior days or nights in every winter sport, since we are in the midst of a whole host of them. Of course, we’ll have a post or six about this year’s Terrier senior class, which have cemented their places in BU hockey lore for years to come.
To kick off our series, I am reposting an oldie-but-a-goodie I wrote about Senior Day for the Binghamton University men’s basketball team in 2004. I was a senior about to head off to Boston University for graduate work, and the Bearcats’ opponent that day was the Terriers. The original post – edited to take out the non-basketball stuff that followed the original post – is after the jump.
If you are interested in contributing a piece to the series – be it about senior days for your team or about this year’s Terrier seniors, email me at sportsgirlkat@gmail.com.
The artsy, older girlfriend of the emo guitarist I had a crush on who lived on the second floor of my residence hall and I got into an argument one day back my senior year of college at Binghamton University. We were in a friend’s car, and we were all about to go our separate ways after a Sunday afternoon brunch; I, to a Bearcats men’s basketball game, artsy girlfriend to a poetry reading, and the rest of the group to study – which meant watch cable TV with books open on their laps, the number one symptom of senioritis.
As the car prepared to turn into the gym parking lot, artsy girlfriend said to us all, filled with self-importance, “I wish people wouldn’t go to the basketball games. Binghamton doesn’t need sports.”
I took the bait. “Oh, of course we do. It puts the university on the map to the general public.”
“I didn’t hear of Binghamton through sports, ” huffed artsy girlfriend.
“Well, neither did I, but we also live in New York State. What about those in other parts of the country? They don’t know Bingo from Adam.”
“Well,” she pointed to me. “I don’t want those people, people that only find out about colleges because of their basketball teams, to come to my university. They don’t contribute anything.”
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