Wow, what a great first half of play your William & Mary Fighting Wrens put forth last night. They led St. John's 33-26 at the break thanks to pesky defense and following Dr. Jerry's prescription to a tee (7-21 3 pt shooting). And then...
Oh, the humanity.
The final score was 74-59, and it could have been much worse. Give the Johnnies credit, they came out in the second half and looked like the Showtime Lakers to our QVC Tribe. Our lads were overmatched, and it was an ugly twenty minutes of play, especially juxtaposed with the first half. While the jury remains a bit out as to how we'll do against our adversaries in the CAA, on this night God'sgift, Sir'Dominic, Nurideen, and the rest of the Tom, Dick, and Harrys on the Red Storm stole our lunch.
Teej was right, the SJU names are outstanding. But we have some terrible, awful nicknames that just might rival their God'sgiven names.
So how'd the Tribe really do? Well, Julian "Six Months in a Leaky" Boatner looked both sharp and tough early on, hitting shots and shaking off a busted lip without a second thought. Later, he looked like he couldn't hit water if he fell out of a...well, you know. Kendrix Brown "Haze" had a fairly solid game, only getting caught up in the Red House crosstown traffic a couple of times, and Quinn McDowell thanked the Medicine Woman and shook off his meniscus injury to appear to be in midseason form.
On the less pleasing side of the night, Brandon "She's a" Britt "and I'm Drowning Slowly" was a huge chucker, hurling ill-advised shots up a-plenty and turning the ball over four times. Freshman Marcus "Every Rose Has Its" Thornton looked thoroughly...freshman-like, with his sad, sad song of 1-5 shooting, a couple of momentum changing/worsening charges, and an eyebrow-raising 7 turnovers. Meanwhile, Matt "Red" Rum's game mirrored the team's: calm and smooth early on thanks to Tony, then the creepy twin dead girls showed up, it was a bloodbath, and the team went ice cold, baffled by the wintry maze of SJU defenders. Our big men seemed to miss their injured mates, as Andrew Pavloff left us hungry for more and Fred Heldring...Fred...Heldring...dammit...
Okay, recap's over, nickname contest for Fred Heldring in the comments! First prize is a bottle of you know what from you know whom.