vengeance is mine, sayeth the announcer.

We only have one more women's home game. Last night was the Valpo game and, well, we lost. It sucks, but oh well. This is not meant to be an overt dig on the team: they are not as talented as most teams in this conference, but they are a scrappy bunch. They've gotten better about fighting for every game. The problem is, they just don't have the scoring ability to come back from five, six, or ten points down.

The game had better attendance than I had anticipated. Most teams and fans are the same: if you don't win, they don't show up. Period.

The girls on the team are really nice kids so I wish they had better crowds and more wins, but those are the breaks.

I won't be able to travel with the teams to Tulsa for the conference tournament. If I had a cheaper way to board my dog, I might. And if I could afford to take the time off, I would. It's different, now that I no longer work for the U.

It's funny. Two of the IUPUI Dancers were beside themselves when I told them I walked away from a job that gave me seven weeks off a year.

Stop looking at me like that!

I tried incorporating as many "love" songs in the game last night, but nobody really caught on. After the SID gave me some grief over on error, I paid him back in full. I played YMCA, by the Village People. He hates that song and it makes him insane.

Ha.

Ha. Ha. Ha.