What Would You Think?

Since writing my previous blog, the one in which I vented about my annual winter hatred so I could get it out of my system – I’ve morphed back into my official (well, official since 1994) winter persona: Ms. UConn basketball sports fanatic. Hell, yes – the yelling, screaming, knit one, purl two, critic-at-large I turn into until March Madness ends and April showers begin has officially re-entered the building.

Check me out: My tush is mush and my weight is up, since all I do every other night and sometimes day (on weekends) is sit in front of the TV in our comfy Stressless leather reclining chair and cheer on my favorite winning women and more-often-than-not losing men. Oh, yeah, baby (as Dick Vitale would say) – you’re looking at me.

I’m an equal opportunity fan, oh yes I am, someone who religiously reads the sports section of the Courant, listens to her husband’s daily statistical recitations (well, I try to listen, but I often tune him out, because statistics are not my cup of tea), tunes in to AM radio before each game so she can hear what the coaches have to say, and watches each and every The Geno Auriemma Show on CPTV so she can soak up even more details on the women’s team.

I’m also someone who rarely misses a game, thanks to DVR, unless I’m struck down by one of my vicious migraines (but never fear - I make up for a miss by reading about it and then listening to my husband recap it in detail the next day).

Hey – wait just a minute, here. I have a sneaking suspicion that my true basketball confessions are making you drowsy. You’re suddenly thinking you need to shut down your browsers, aren’t you? Yawns of boredom are popping out of your mouths, aren’t they? Some of you are actually shaking your heads or laughing at UConn-basketball-focused maniacal me.

If any of the above describes you as you read my newest Splog (sports blog, for those who’ve never heard this word I just made up), please stifle your big sighs of oh-shut-up-already. Instead, buy into my obsessive, little ole sports-crazed exhortation to check it out.

Seriously. I beg you not to miss one more night of Maya Moore, Tina Charles, Jerome Dyson, and Stanley Robinson – just to name a few of my 2010 faves. I know I’m merely the me nobody knows – that oldie-but-goodie basketball diarist holed up in cold, grey, not-New-York-City-but-only-CT. I admit to being a little bit of a crazy lady (I wear blue and white UConn-themed T-shirts to exercise class), but even so, pay attention to my pleas.

See me. Hear me (but no touching, please). I’m down on my knees, begging you, please: Join my team. If you do, you might just end up like me, surviving another season, stayin’ alive, watching “my” guys, chasin’ away the blues.

Go Huskies.