March + Indy = Basketball

I give this moment 1 Thumbs-Up

A St Patty's Day to remember... whoops

The Feisty One meets SchrockStar, moments after collecting a typical 16 boards in a huge victory over Sactown. Ron's jeers were accompanied by a profanity-laced drunk sitting 6th row. How I refrained from tossing a beer at him is beyond me.


But I did manage to find some pink chalk and let the Lockerroom know how I felt. I think it was the bragging that got me kicked out.

It's easy using my cell phone to chronical my nights, but some artifacts are still puzzling me, like green stains on my blazer, no car in the driveway, and exactly what point between Claddagh, Champps and Conseco did I decide to get my hair chopped off...

Now I get to stomp on my liver for a third consecutive night while celebrating an IU victory over Gonzaga for a Sweet 16 birth. Yes, this is my Spring Break.

Tucker Max meets SchrockStar

I wish I had some awesome story about how we bagged some 19-yr-old coeds after a Wednesday night at Bluebird, but I can't speak for Tucker. However, he was in true form when he signed my book:



And you thought Tucker Max was an asshole...

An exhaustive search starts...

Thad Matta, Ohio State

Has expressed an interest in Indiana in the past, but considering his #1 ranked class coming in, who could walk away from that? Only if the NCAA cripples them with (overdue) sanctions would he want to leave O$U.

Mark Few, Gonzaga

Great success at Gonzaga and a hot prospect. He currently holds the best D1 winning percentage in the land (.811). Could he work the same magic in Bloomington as he has in Spokane?

Bruce Pearl, Tennessee

Great job this year getting the Vols talking basketball again. Also did marvelous job at UWM and Indiana St. Pearl was the 2nd fastest D1 coach to reach 300 wins; only UNC's Roy Williams was faster. Might be too soon to expect him to make a job switch.

Tom Crean, Marquette

Solid coach who could thrive running a top program like this one. And he knows the Big Ten (former MSU assistant).

Skip Prosser, Wake Forest

Whenever a big job opens, he always seems to end up on people's short lists.

Rick Majerus, former Utah coach

He sounded like he was lobbying for the job when he did the IU-Iowa telecast on Saturday. Health issues could come into play.

Steve Wojciechowski, Duke assistant

The market hasn't been good to Coach K disciples. With all of the other possibilities, this probably wouldn't be a strong bet.
Keepin' it in the family...
Randy Wittman, Orlando Magic assistant

Former IU All-American has NBA experience but no college coaching experience. Still, he has always been a favorite with the IU faithful.

Steve Alford, Iowa

Some IU fans want him simply because he was a great player 20 years ago. Those short-sighted fans forget that this is the Hawkeyes first successful season of the century. In fact, the man IU just forced out (Davis) has a better record the past 6 years. IU should wait to see what Alford can do without his super-seniors this year.

Keith Smart, Golden State Warriors assistant

Forever immortalized by "The Shot" that won the NCAA championship in 1987, Smart has NBA coaching experience, but not college.

Mike Woodson, Atlanta Hawks

An NBA coach, an 11-year NBA veteran and a two-time IU All-American. But would IU really be the right fit for him?

Dan Dakich, Bowling Green

Spent past nine years at Bowling Green. But he could have his third losing season in past four years.

Lawrence Frank, New Jersey Nets

IU background and solid NBA pedigree, but like Woodson, would he really be a good fit as a college coach with this storied program?

Ron Hunter, IUPUI

He's the hottest Division I coach in the state and considered by many to be a rising star.

Dane Fife, IPFW

First year as a college head coach. If this job opens in 2016, Fife could be the man.

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Bloomington: a drinking town w/ a bball problem

The best way to pregame is to have a good drinking game...






Sarrey's stranded at the airport. Good luck finding someone sober!






Just cuz I'm angry don't mean I aint havin a good time






First rule about skipping out on $50 beer tab: don't mention it until you leave





Shemma looking like a tool, but proudly displaying his box for the night




Danae: "I'm gonna be in the April Playboy!"
§: "Prove it."
Danae: "How?"
§: "Get naked. Now."






This is eerily familiar - da Chef takes bong shot before heading to bed






Pretty good spirits considering the Eviction Notice they got last week

Aint that funny, only use plastic

HA! How'd you get those tickets?

Damn it feels good to be a gangsta. No IU victory, but the excitement was back in Bloomington, which means SchrockStar was drooling all weekend when reintroduced to the largest Bunny Ranch this side of Chicago.
You would have thought that after a weekend like last, I'd learn to slow down my pace, but nahhh.
Lets see if I can sum it up: pantless cheerleaders, Sink the Biz @ Nicks, 10am Jagerbombs, courtside vs. #1, snowball fights, 20th-bday-girl's funbag floppin out, pulling a Wedding Crashers move, watching Wedding Crashers, Notre Dame grad 'Bus' retires after winning superbowl, fellow classmate throws TD to MVP, make serious bank online (THE TOP 6 TEAMS ARE IN 1 CONFERENCE!), and driving home through Hamilton County on Superbowl night w/ cops hiding at each construction site. Sweet. Now I need to find a new job.
Beer pong and beer bong - there's not much of a difference in the term or game. Wait, beer bonging's not a game? Is The Vodka Bong a game?? Do I have an alcohol problem? Eh

My name is SchrockStar and I am an asshole

There aren't too many nights in which it's my best friend's birthday and he comes over for poker and pre-gaming. There aren't too many nights DP is in town, nonetheless in the state. There aren't too many nights I agree to meet a stranger (whom I met online... yeah) for some beers at Broad Ripple. Needless to say, I was anticipating a fun night...
Anticipation turned into enthusiasm. Enthusiasm turned into fervor. And with a lil help from some spirits, fervor soon turned into recklessness that can only be sumed up as 'SchrockStar mode'. You know you're done when you're at that point in which you do something and everyone looks at you like "What's he gonna do next?". Somebody managed to pull the ol switcharoo on my vodka with a water bottle, and I didn't realize it until I finished the bottle and triumphantly claimed "See! I told ya'll I could drink the whole thing!"
I was belligerent before 11 and thus never made it out to the bars. I passed out, woke up, checked my phone, and found out everyone hates me.

no Colts, no problem

- AFC Championship game: Steelers @ Denver
- NFC Championship game: Steve Smith @ Seattle
- UNC vs FSU - the Seminoles had a shot at the buzzer to upset the Heels. I just wanted to see the crowd rush the court for the 8th time this week...
- KG vs. AI (39 points), a game that ended on Iguodala's off-balanced buzzer-beater, after a 19-point Philly deficit
- the Pistons (chasing the '96 Bulls for best record ever) almost got upset at the buzzer following a 43-point performance from T-Mac
- a 300+ point game in Phoenix that ended w/ a Ray Allen 30-footer at the buzzer
- and oh yea, Kobe dropped 81 on the hapless Raptors, 55 after half

All this following a Duke loss the day before, putting UConn at #1 when they visit Assembly Hall in 2 weeks.

Dee Brown got Dee-nied!

Turning my attention to the Pacers and Hoosiers now wouldn't be so depressing if
a.) Ron Artest wasn't insane and
b.) IU's head coach wasn't named Mike Davis
but alas they are and I'm doomed to root for teams destined for failure. I can't say I've ever lost my voice over a Colts game, but I have over high school basketball. What does that tell ya about where I live?? In 49 states it's just a game, but this is Indiana.

We been hot for a long time, burnin like a candle

T-minus 23 days

Guess who recently became an uncle...

Daniel Carrington - born January 3, 2006

My NYE weekend in Chicago

My roommate & I were planning on a New Years Eve party at our condo, but it was gaining meager interest so I made a few calls and discovered Indianapolis sucks on NYE (It only took me 23 years to figure that out) and the only logical thing to do was a roadtrip to Chi-town. So with a full cooler of beer, we headed north on I-65 at rushhour. We soon hit standstill traffic but entertainment was provided by some college girl and Nate exchanging numbers on the interstate highway ("Hey! What's your number? You're hot.") - which later proved to be the number of a terroristic family from Quebec. Less than an hour into the trip, everyone has to pee. We get off at the next exit and do our thang, but there's fuzz blocking the on-ramp. Apparently there's an accident holding up the traffic and we cannot re-enter I-65. So while driving thru Layfayette, we understandingly drink more. A few hours later, we arrive at Chicago, where I was brutally reminded why it's called the Windy City.
We spent a majority of the night at The Cubby Bear in Wrigleyville where some group called 'Mer' performed. They had a good track, and that was their opening song. Blech. I wish I'd been there a week earlier to see 17th Floor. And yet again, Nate is getting girls' numbers w/ lame game, but it's still sharper than what he's recieving: "My best friend's brother is the lead singer!" and "You're the hottest guy I've seen in Chicago!"
(Remind me to grow 4 more inches so I can become instantly "hot"). It seemed like every chick there was tryin to get laid that night, but I aint sayin they were all hostages - just horny.
Saturday night started off with an IU game, followed by some poker, then some karaoke, then some bottle poppin and Bizmark sinkin. Oh, and that whole countdown to '06 thing. Darren and I stopped by a Dunkin Doughnuts at 3am where some transvestites were obviously whoring themselves to any drunk fool looking for a good time. Ransom and Nate persuade me to catch a cab with them uptown to visit a lady-friend they met earlier that night. After getting buzzed in, the doorman says to us "tell her this is the LAST TIME" - a sure sign that we're going to see a prostitute, right? Nope, just a lot of champagne and tunes w/ some hot 20-year-olds. I don't remember at which point I passed out, but I do remember waking up to fun-bags McGee blowing some mary jane into my face; "Sweet sassy molassy - I'm up. I'm up!" My game at 6am isn't exactly akin to my game at 11pm, but it seemed like it was working. Turns out I was shamed earlier by some eyeliner, but didn't know it until the crazy cab driver said something.