Let's Hope for a Better Half...

Just so everyone knows... my two-year-old daughter is making more baskets with her Fisher Price hoop than the Terps are. Hmmm...

The Terps apparently still have cold asses because they have come out shooting bricks left and right. These Fairfield Stags (I can think of a better name for them that rhymes with Stags) are still hanging around, and the Terps can't seem to pull away from them with more than ten points or so. If Georgetown can pull off a victory with a point, I can, too, but that doesn't mean I want the Stags that close. And can't they shut up Anthony Johnson? I can see that he's good and is causing trouble, so why can't the Terps?

OMG... Vasquez just made a basket. (Must be because he changed his ugly black shoes.) It's his SECOND OF THE GAME. This kid, who thought he was the shiz and had a better place in the NBA, has a whopping two baskets. So we are finally starting to pull away from them a bit. Almost 20 points. So close I can smell it. Oh, wait. They have a white boy who can shoot threes, too. Well, darn.

Argh! Their white boy with the bald spot should NOT be performing this well against the Terps. We are still hanging around just under the 20-point-lead mark. Poor Williams--both of them. Jordan got all ball, and Gary looked ready to have a heart attack with such a stupid call.

Not a pretty game, but the score in the end wasn't that bad at all. In case you missed it, it was 71-42. It certainly wasn't the offense that won the game, that's for sure. Our defense was good and kept us in the game. And the freshmen are good freshmen, not the bench-warmers who never see playtime unless they are dominating a team by, say, 50 points. So we got the victory, but I hope it's a lot prettier next time around. Too bad we can't see it, but you can be sure I will write about it... Until next time, Terp fans.