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Message: [QUOTE="reedny, post: 180370, member: 1423"] Of all the arenas in the conference, two stick out as absolute horror shows. Both have the bizarro announcers discussed in this thread. They also have bloodthirsty fans and unconscious players who hit 3's like it's their last day alive, which are much more annoying than the guy on the PA system. Number One: 1) the Rak ... I don't recall anything unusual about the announcer (he's probably annoying). But this is not a fun place to play. It resembles an abandoned military storage barn. But top 20 teams unlucky enough to visit soon realize that the dilapidated structure is as irrelevant as Rutgers loosing conference record and their 6'8 center. When a good team comes to town, 'King for the Day' fever sweeps over the crowd and the home team. Fans work themselves and the players into an altered state. There is deafening noise and pungent body odor. When the ball goes up, Rutger's players mutate from conference basement trolls into professional MVP's. They fall to the floor with any contact, dribble with inpugnity (they know they'll get all the calls), and begin taking, and making, increasingly impossible shots until the victim team realizes it cannot overcome their desperate, but fleeting, intensity level. In a few days, the team comes down from its high and looses to Princeton or Illinois State. Noone notices. Fans search the schedule for the next top 20 victim. Number Two: 2) Second place goes to the Dumb Dumb center, and this place does have a strange announcer. The Ville is too good a program to fit the "king for day" label. It has talented players and new digs. But there is no shortage of weird stuff. First, Pitino comes out in an all-white 2-piece more befitting a king of fried chicken than a university coach. Then, the payers are introduced with glaring pro-style spotlights, and the announcer sounds like he's auditioning for the pistons. Moments after tipoff (Louisville always wins these), every player on the team except the center starts shooting, and hitting, threes. This process continues until all the bench players and walk-ons have logged career nights. Flush with fat (but uncharacteristic) leads, starters prance out of the game with 8 minutes left so they can point to their parents and high-five the ballboys. 3 weeks later they loose to the first decent team they play in the tournament. [/QUOTE]

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