I find the obsession with random and pointless messages interesting. Chain mail letters mass-forwarded e-mails from your wacky aunt – all of them.
It’s always been a mystery of how in the world they even get started and who in their right mind keeps them going.
But throughout our four years at college these letters have continued. We have gone from giving that girl checkboxes in the “yes or no” category in middle school to sending mass MySpace messages to God knows how many “friends facing an almost certain freak-accident death if not executed properly.
I never did get to kiss my crush within 48 hours. And that Nigerian prince never did get back to me on my royal investment.
And finally, in the switch to Facebook, we now have our mass thread of annoying, news-feed wasting, email-hoarding messages. Excuse me, Notes.” Five years in the making “25 things you didn’t know about me” has taken on a life of its own.Oh you love the rain? Unique! You have quirky maybe even somewhat funny and awkward social traits? Who knew! And please keep the bad 90s hairdos to yourself.
I kid because I am not one to follow the trends. Heck I even attend Pepperdine basketball games! But for the sake of your weekly basketball knowledge I came to present my own “25 random things you should know about Pepperdine basketball and sports in general from the past few weeks.”
Of course for your sake my editors and my own sanity I will chop it down significantly.
1. The number of times Loyola Marymount has beaten the Waves in my four-year college career. It has been quite a ride following (and trying to love) this team. We had TV deals high-class coaches and a loyal following four years ago. Now Head Coach Tom Asbury who has had to come back from big-time coaching in the Big 12 and SEC conferences has inherited the duty of righting the already sinking ship that my class inherited.
I’ve said it before in my columns and I’ll say it again you and I have inherited the worst basketball era this school will ever see in the worst economic recession since the 1930s. Hopefully in this digital age students will look back and see these tales of despair in the Firestone Fieldhouse (which will of course be replaced after we all graduate).
2. The number of times Alex Rodriguez has lied to every single one of us. It’s a shame growing up in this era of baseball. We grow up learning to love America’s pastime. Our fathers taking us to games. Showing us not to be afraid of the ball and being wide-eyed when a foul ball or even luckier a home run comes our way.
But Rodriguez has tarnished the last great name in contemporary baseball. He will eventually become the next home run king and we couldn’t wait fast enough for a “pure” athlete regardless of how egotistical he is to replace Barry Bonds’ tarnished legacy.
We believed Rodriguez when he sat down with CBS News just over a year ago or at least we wanted to believe him. He has forever tarnished all the home runs foul balls and autographs he has signed for children everywhere.
And to see him try and read off cue cards in an “apologetic” ESPN interview while his skin and cardigan matched that of a Florida University T-shirt Monday just drove him into the hole he’s been digging since he first injected.
25. The number of times I have almost been either A) arrested or B) asked to “kindly step back” from the court when at the Gerston Pavilion on LMU’s campus during the past few years (A is a joke lighten up).
Every year the kind administration at LMU decides to send those Pep students who travel to the game up into the rafters. This has always been the case regardless of the attendance on the “Pepperdine side which of course has been dwindling year-after-year.
So naturally, I get frustrated. The heat of battle and my emotions get the best of me. I complain. I yell.The second I stand up to cheer, I’m told to sit down. The second I want to verbally spar with the LMU students on our side, the mall cop’s hands are violating the pride of orange I wear.
Funny thing is, I wouldn’t want it any other way. The great thing about sports is that it is a metaphor for everything we go through in life.
Sometimes people just have your number, no matter how hard you try, or what your shift tactics might be. Your heroes lie, only helping you know what to believe as you grow up to become a better person.
Hey, at least they will never ask me to reply to this thread.”