Chips and salsa dancing

Mariachi bands, chips and salsa, and March Madness: only one of these was absent from Hotel Pythagorion room 207 on March 17. I’ll give you a hint, it starts with ‘c’ and ends with ‘hips and salsa’.

So the basketball-starved Davidson travelers had just arrived in Athens to start their spring break [insert collective dance of joy], while their hardcourt heroes were likewise traveling to frigid Buffalo NY to play the anonymously evil Maryland Terrapins. “There must be a way to watch the game,” they all cried, “this is the 21st century! But where so ever shall we find internet fast enough?” They searched left and right, up and down, but to no avail. They were beginning to lose hope until…

[Enter CHRIS BEESTON, holding an unidentified object in his hand] “Fear not,” said Chris Beeston, raising his arms to reveal something as glorious as the sword of a thousand truths [insert South Park reference] as the sound of angels filled the room. No one could believe it. An actual CABLE that plugged into the hotel WALL! “No more pirating wireless for us. We are destined to watch this game.” They quickly formed a plan.

Where: Chris Vincoli’s hotel crib
When: 6:20 PM (12:20 back home…it’s not coincidence, it’s fate)
Who: Aforementioned crib owner + Anne Horn + Jess Bradshaw + Misters Beeston, young and old + the sisters Smith
What: Davidson Men’s Basketball: NCAA Tournament
With: Chips and Salsa

Well, at least we ironically TOLD everyone there would be chips and salsa…hooray for poetic license. The smorgasbord actually included super jelly pops, schoko bons, tsatsiki, lemon fanta, baklava, and (brace yourselves) cheesy poofs. It was like a fiesta in my mouth... without chips and salsa.

The li’l computer stood proud on top of the hotel room dresser and we all watched the cbs video stream in sheer bliss, at times even bursting out into spontaneous applause. So what that we lost the game? Irregardless, ignorant, and erroneous on both counts. After all, it’s not whether you win or lose, it’s how you watch the game.

Which we did.

YOINK!

[much of this blog = compliments of chris vincoli]