Two tough, sad, frustrating games against rivals to end a tough, sad, frustrating season. Against State, the ladies were just exhausted; against Duke, well, you can’t do much against 7 for 8 shooting from behind the three point line in the first half. They lost today, in overtime, to Pitt in the ACC tournament, and I think this might just be a year we chalk up to learning, and wait to see what Jamie, Steph and Des bring us next year, with the additions of Paris Kea, Hadiya Bembry, and Hillary Fuller (who all sat out this year due to transfer rules or injuries) and a stellar incoming freshman class.
This wasn’t necessarily a fun season, but sometimes this kind of year are, well, necessary; I guess this one was. Thanks for every minute you busted your asses on the court, ladies, and we’ll see you in November.
Oh, Boshamer, I missed you so much.
Trav and I went to see the Carolina women’s basketball team play App State back in December, before he moved up, and we both fell totally in love with this year’s team. After buying some furniture for the house, we used the last of my parents’ Christmas gift to us to buy a five game package for the final five ACC games of the season — starting with Duke last weekend, because the best way to welcome someone you love to your beloved town is to take them to see your most hateful tradition. Alas, the women dropped an overtime heartbreaker to the Dukies, but it was still a hell of a good time. My brain still remembers every single pep band / student section cheer and I know too many fight songs. The woman sitting next to me asked if Trav and I had played, because we “sound[ed] like we [knew] what we were talking about.” No, just nerds, I said.
BC is today. BC sucks, you guys.
Shot Duke Union’s Old Duke 2012 event last night — Shaggy can still really kick it. And I still know every single word of “It Wasn’t Me”. Full set here.
(Working with the DUU has been one of the great vision-expanding joys of my spring. Muchas gracias to J at my day job for the hook-up, and Kyle, Jordan, Eric and all the student members for being so kickass.)
If you’d told me, six months ago, that I’d get a chance to hang around shooting Mark Summers hosting a UNC vs Duke Double Dare Challenge — where a good number of participants were too young to have ever watched the original show on Nickelodeon — I probably would have just smirked at you, because like that would even happen in the Triangle.
But you know what? It did. It was an event put together by the Duke University Union in conjunction with Carolina’s student activities board, and thanks to a friend of a coworker, I had the opportunity to bum around the Duke IM Gym both before and during the event, with my camera in tow.
It’s not my usual kind of work, but neither are the burlesque shows I’ve had such fun shooting, and I believe that you need to take risks, and push boundaries, to get better. Shooting this event was all based on the same principles as shooting, say, a punk show — it’s fast-paced, the light is weird, and occasionally people break eggs on top of their heads. (Well, okay, that doesn’t happen at punk shows,but it should. Don’t tell Glenn I said that, though, when you do it, punk bands. He’d be mad at me.) Some trick I grabbed on the fly Saturday might save my butt later on shooting a show. You never know.
And frankly, I might have another job that smells strongly of baby oil and tacos all afternoon, but probably not. So there was that, too, and that was awesome. Weird. But awesome.