Welcome to the hottest summer on record in the nation's capital. Justly so, as I am working for a conservative organization- its something like being in purgatory, atoning for its w43 sins and hoping for some redemption in '10 and '12. Yet far more captivating of the imagination than the ideological wars in the pearly white Capitol building (how do they make it SO WHITE at night) is in the 1960's aspiring high school basketball arena that is McDonough.
This is my first summer in DC, so to this point, McDonough had only two dates of note in my basketball world- Midnight Madness and its once annual function as mid-exam slaughterhouse of middling programs (do we have verifiable proof that ODUs actually happened?).
I vaguely had knowledge of the Kenner League scrimmages, but in the passing of summers (5:30 wake ups to get to work at the exquisite Mill Road Acres Golf Institute and visiting the Novgorod, Russia and many rounds of golf) I have been outside the grip of my basketball fixation. That changed this year. The clubs are gathering dust back upstate and its nearly too be outside anyways. Enter Kenner League. A first look at rookies, checking up on returning players, seeing local competition and the returns/visitations of old/current superstars is the perfect storm of endless speculation. The days have gone slower since my first visit. It's like looking at the clock every five minutes at work, except the metaphorical 5:30 pm is 80 something days when March Madness opens the year.
In anticipation of wanting to write about the Hoyas, I contacted my friend Chris at the Voice Blog before my first week at Kenner about the possibility of doing some write ups. The result was verbose than I imagine. In my post-Kenner excitement, I took advantage of Chris' generosity and dropped a 3000 word report into his lap. Thankfully for frequenters of his site, Chris has whittled down my long winded commentary on Kenner League into a few palatable blog posts. The Voice doesn't have the word count (patience?) for my unabridged commentary on Georgetown Hoops and I've realized dumping a huge write up on Hoya Talk is just obnoxious. In striving for a healthy balance to the unhealthy mid-summer college hoops obsession, I've put this blog together to deposit my thoughts in full.
Baring a self exile from the pre-season festivities through an unforeseeable amount of will power, I'll be here until the lights go off on the college hoops world in April and they hand me a diploma and ask me to make something of myself in the real world.
This is my first summer in DC, so to this point, McDonough had only two dates of note in my basketball world- Midnight Madness and its once annual function as mid-exam slaughterhouse of middling programs (do we have verifiable proof that ODUs actually happened?).
I vaguely had knowledge of the Kenner League scrimmages, but in the passing of summers (5:30 wake ups to get to work at the exquisite Mill Road Acres Golf Institute and visiting the Novgorod, Russia and many rounds of golf) I have been outside the grip of my basketball fixation. That changed this year. The clubs are gathering dust back upstate and its nearly too be outside anyways. Enter Kenner League. A first look at rookies, checking up on returning players, seeing local competition and the returns/visitations of old/current superstars is the perfect storm of endless speculation. The days have gone slower since my first visit. It's like looking at the clock every five minutes at work, except the metaphorical 5:30 pm is 80 something days when March Madness opens the year.
In anticipation of wanting to write about the Hoyas, I contacted my friend Chris at the Voice Blog before my first week at Kenner about the possibility of doing some write ups. The result was verbose than I imagine. In my post-Kenner excitement, I took advantage of Chris' generosity and dropped a 3000 word report into his lap. Thankfully for frequenters of his site, Chris has whittled down my long winded commentary on Kenner League into a few palatable blog posts. The Voice doesn't have the word count (patience?) for my unabridged commentary on Georgetown Hoops and I've realized dumping a huge write up on Hoya Talk is just obnoxious. In striving for a healthy balance to the unhealthy mid-summer college hoops obsession, I've put this blog together to deposit my thoughts in full.
Baring a self exile from the pre-season festivities through an unforeseeable amount of will power, I'll be here until the lights go off on the college hoops world in April and they hand me a diploma and ask me to make something of myself in the real world.
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