A Clockwork Orange
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Garden Party: Day 2
Garden Party: Day 1
First off, this day was epic. There can’t be a better way to end our rivalry with the Hoyas than at the Big East Tournament. We’re on 29th and 7th for the tourney so as soon as we step out our door there are orange clad crazies walking around.
We made the mistake of trying to get to MSG at around 5:30 to pre-game just a little bit. Absolutely no chance. Blarney Rock, Stout and Feile all have lines. We walk over to Lindy’s, which is this piece of garbage looking place across from MSG and order drinks there. Gene Waldron is there, so it can’t be that bad.
Drunken Irish fans are shouting at some Louisville fans about how they’ll take them out etc… I look at one of the Louisville fans and say “They’re Irish, you’d think they’d know how to hold their liquor a bit better.” He responds: “No that’s the thing, they’re Irish, they like to drink, but they can’t hold their drink at all.” I think he’s right.
We head over to MSG and go to the bar area. We got a table, and just people watched as fans filtered in. The atmosphere is tense, not a lot of whooping at this point, just everyone with their game faces on. I know I was scared to death that G’Town would throttle us again. I had faith, just not much.
My wife and I started playing a fun game called “Spot the Hoya.” Basically look for the worst, most overdressed blue blood piece of trash. We were close to 100% on spotting them. They don’t wear Hoya colors unless it’s in button down form. We saw two women with Chanel bags, leather pants, and their hair coiffed like they were going to an upscale restaurant, or as if they had just stepped off their private jet. The dude who was with them was 97 years old with a Georgetown hat on, with a suit. At least he had the hat. One Georgetown fan had a fetching paste plaid shirt on with a grey undershirt. WHAT A FANATIC! These people don’t deserve to be fans of a team. They are awful, horrible blue blood frontrunners.
This is true – as we walked into our section one Georgetown fans turns to another and says, “I was really hoping I could get scotch in this building.” Good God.
I termed this game the blue bloods VS. the blue collars. SU fans just look so happy, and excited. Georgetown fans look like they’re going to an advance screening of some trendy art house film. No wonder we take over their arena every time we play them. They are of a weaker constitution than your typical SU grunt.
To the game. The crowd was sick, and I mean that in a good way. SU fans outnumbered the hated Hoyas by 80-20 I would say. LOUD boos for Georgetown player announcements. We had a great crew of SU fans around us. Really into the game, going nuts at the right times, screaming all the time. The suits behind us in the box seats were Sunkist reps, and they were all rooting for the Orange. Sunkist sponsored halftime, and they were all rooting for the Orange. They explained to my wife that they were trying to figure out a way to get the Sunkist logo on all SU gear. I think they were only half kidding.
With about five minutes left in the game, the crowd became a tidal wave. It was like church on crack in that you stood you sat you stood you sat. Baye Keita is the truth; we were all giddy with excitement with each free throw he made. At about two minutes left in the game everyone just said screw it, and we stood from then until the end of overtime. Truly an amazing garden atmosphere.
After the game, many LGO chants were heard through the corridors. Whenever anyone saw another SU fan we started it, slapping hands and hugging. Needless to say with all the SU fans in attendance, it happened a lot. It was like every Christmas morning you’ve ever celebrated (or Hanukah for our Jewish brethren) wrapped into one. My wife turned to me and said, “this is the most fun I’ve ever had.” I thought for a moment and said “me too.”
One last note on the night, SU fans were everywhere on the streets, and we made it to Feile and actually got seats inside to watch the late game. I ordered a Labatt Blue. No dice. Fine, how about a Red Hook. Nope. A Heineken? We only have it warm. The lady finally said to me: “I’m really sorry, but Syracuse fans have drank us out of just about everything we have this week. It’s awful.” I thought it was wonderful. More wonderful? I didn’t see any Chanel bags or grey and white button downs celebrating anywhere afterwards. A beautiful scene here
Garden Party: Day 1
First off, this day was epic. There can’t be a better way to end our rivalry with the Hoyas than at the Big East Tournament. We’re on 29th and 7th for the tourney so as soon as we step out our door there are orange clad crazies walking around.
We made the mistake of trying to get to MSG at around 5:30 to pre-game just a little bit. Absolutely no chance. Blarney Rock, Stout and Feile all have lines. We walk over to Lindy’s, which is this piece of garbage looking place across from MSG and order drinks there. Gene Waldron is there, so it can’t be that bad.
Drunken Irish fans are shouting at some Louisville fans about how they’ll take them out etc… I look at one of the Louisville fans and say “They’re Irish, you’d think they’d know how to hold their liquor a bit better.” He responds: “No that’s the thing, they’re Irish, they like to drink, but they can’t hold their drink at all.” I think he’s right.
We head over to MSG and go to the bar area. We got a table, and just people watched as fans filtered in. The atmosphere is tense, not a lot of whooping at this point, just everyone with their game faces on. I know I was scared to death that G’Town would throttle us again. I had faith, just not much.
My wife and I started playing a fun game called “Spot the Hoya.” Basically look for the worst, most overdressed blue blood piece of trash. We were close to 100% on spotting them. They don’t wear Hoya colors unless it’s in button down form. We saw two women with Chanel bags, leather pants, and their hair coiffed like they were going to an upscale restaurant, or as if they had just stepped off their private jet. The dude who was with them was 97 years old with a Georgetown hat on, with a suit. At least he had the hat. One Georgetown fan had a fetching paste plaid shirt on with a grey undershirt. WHAT A FANATIC! These people don’t deserve to be fans of a team. They are awful, horrible blue blood frontrunners.
This is true – as we walked into our section one Georgetown fans turns to another and says, “I was really hoping I could get scotch in this building.” Good God.
I termed this game the blue bloods VS. the blue collars. SU fans just look so happy, and excited. Georgetown fans look like they’re going to an advance screening of some trendy art house film. No wonder we take over their arena every time we play them. They are of a weaker constitution than your typical SU grunt.
To the game. The crowd was sick, and I mean that in a good way. SU fans outnumbered the hated Hoyas by 80-20 I would say. LOUD boos for Georgetown player announcements. We had a great crew of SU fans around us. Really into the game, going nuts at the right times, screaming all the time. The suits behind us in the box seats were Sunkist reps, and they were all rooting for the Orange. Sunkist sponsored halftime, and they were all rooting for the Orange. They explained to my wife that they were trying to figure out a way to get the Sunkist logo on all SU gear. I think they were only half kidding.
With about five minutes left in the game, the crowd became a tidal wave. It was like church on crack in that you stood you sat you stood you sat. Baye Keita is the truth; we were all giddy with excitement with each free throw he made. At about two minutes left in the game everyone just said screw it, and we stood from then until the end of overtime. Truly an amazing garden atmosphere.
After the game, many LGO chants were heard through the corridors. Whenever anyone saw another SU fan we started it, slapping hands and hugging. Needless to say with all the SU fans in attendance, it happened a lot. It was like every Christmas morning you’ve ever celebrated (or Hanukah for our Jewish brethren) wrapped into one. My wife turned to me and said, “this is the most fun I’ve ever had.” I thought for a moment and said “me too.”
One last note on the night, SU fans were everywhere on the streets, and we made it to Feile and actually got seats inside to watch the late game. I ordered a Labatt Blue. No dice. Fine, how about a Red Hook. Nope. A Heineken? We only have it warm. The lady finally said to me: “I’m really sorry, but Syracuse fans have drank us out of just about everything we have this week. It’s awful.” I thought it was wonderful. More wonderful? I didn’t see any Chanel bags or grey and white button downs celebrating anywhere afterwards. A beautiful scene here
