The reason you all plyg your dial-up in to the inter-webs in its triumphant return from beautiful OKC, the content is, as always, mine but the elements of style are brought to you by the one and only PoetWarrior in honor of his unrelenting support of EMAW in the face of the sys, micat and catzacker triangle of trepidation:
Peggy Po's:
Clem's- amazing running the break, amazing heat checks, amazing smelling, amazing looking individual. All of you old bumm-kneed Tinactin snorters: sit there and like it.
Kelly - played very well, we need him to be his athletic post-move self, and his blocking has not gone unnoticed by this EMAW. His length is stupendous
Louuuuuuu- very nice early minutes from the big guy. Even though shots weren't falling in the early/mid first half, Lou played some big minutes
Gruuuuuuuuuuds - he is going to be what we thought Cartier should be, he can stroke it and he is not afraid to get some grubby put-backs and hustles. Would like to see more dribble driving but he is already my fave going in to next year. HEY CAT FANS, CELEBRATE!
Jam Sam - Have you ever stopped yourself and said: What if there was a man who posessed Tony Kitt's insatiable appettite for rebounding an hustle, Jeremiah Massey's ridic quick big moves, Quentin Buchannon's leaping ability and Fred Peete's coordination. Well, The District has folks. His name is Jamar and he is awesome.
Walle - got some good minutes. Hey _FAN, Frank may well trot him out for some fun during this tourney. You stick to your theory that this was a "rest 'em" game and I'll stick to my theory that Walle is about to be unleashed.
ENGERY! - did that falling over with a rebound, drawing a foul and getting a nice clap thing. Well played, student-athlete, well played.
Nancy Neg's
Pullen - Don't scare me like that Jake. Don't ever scare me like that.
Security - Don't tase me bro.
ChiCat - That girl with the Lisa Loeb glasses was adorable and did not deserve your unseemly and rude, albeit private, derision. Nor, did she deserve to have a drink bought in a spirit of love, followed by a regretful scurry to the smoking lounge. You're better than that ChiCat. You're a goEMAW man!
