Archive for August, 2005
So I was thinking, what if I were to write about some men’s basketball player being the next… and then name someone who back in the day was awesome for SMSU. And I realized I would have no chance of doing that because I can’t name any former greats. Brad Biggler…? I don’t know.
I continued to think, SMSU isn’t a big college, it really isn’t a building block as far as athletics towards anything else. Coaching and little else. So if an athlete decided they would never go out, work out every day, and not even touch a drop of booze while they were at school what, in the end, could they accomplish from it? So that also got me to thinking of can I name any Mustang Greats… well how about any former college greats from any non-Division I school. And that’s when I remembered my favorite college basketball player of all-time: Eric Kline.
After a brief search of his name I found these NAIA records that still remain:
Most Field Goals Attempted, Career283, Eric Kline, Northern State (S.D.), 1993-94-95
Most Three-Point Field Goals Made, Game10, Eric Kline, Northern State (S.D.) vs. Alice Lloyd (Ky.), 1995
Most Three-Point Field Goals Made, Tournament22, Eric Kline, Northern State (S.D.), 1994 22, Chris Peterson, Eureka (Ill.), 1994
Most Three-Point Field Goals Made, Career60, Eric Kline, Northern State (S.D.), 1993-94-95
Most Three-Point Field Goals Attempted, Game23, Eric Kline, Northern State (S.D.) vs. Albertson (Idaho), 1993
Most Three-Point Field Goals Attempted, Tournament54, Eric Kline, Northern State (S.D.), 1994
Most Three-Point Field Goals Attempted, Career148, Eric Kline, Northern State (S.D.), 1993-94-95
Just for Northern Eric Kline scored 2,660 points
The following line was taken from an article in the Argus Liar:
“USD’s Woster and Dakota Wesleyan assistant basketball coach Jay Drake have seen coaches yell more at player who can handle the heat. Drake, who began his college playing career at Northern State, recalls that Bob Olson would occasionally chew out Eric Kline, one of the most prolific scorers in South Dakota history.”
Now, I have always looked up to Kline as my hero. But… my grandpa doesn’t share my feelings. I believe he thinks that he was a choker. But hey folks, numbers don’t lie.
So, when will the Mustangs see the next Eric Kline?? Or maybe they haven’t seen their first.
August 29th, 2005
Well, there comes a time in every boy and girls life when their finally on their own, paying their own way, and eventually not having to sneak booze from the church anymore just to get a buzz on Sunday mornings. For someone very special to me, that day has come finally, August 25. I am, of course, talking about my “chik” Lindsey Nelsen.
If the drinking age was based on either looks or maturity chances are Linds would have gotten to drink before me (though neither of us may be drinking yet, ba dum ching)
To kick off her birthday we had a party, Linds got pretty drunk and even made up a new drink: one part of everything she has, have someone pour some beer in it, and watch her nurse it like a baby until she couldn’t take it anymore. The morning after Linds was hurting, hell the afternoon after Linds was hurting. Now we are on the verge of her REAL birthday bash, going to the bar and having every guy who’s had half a drink fight to buy her a “Mexican Thanksgiving” and “Jagg-bombs”
So Happy Birthday Lindsey, welcome to the club, we finally have something in common besides Tony Rolfes.
August 25th, 2005
I thought I’d try this Word to Blogger thing out.
After two weeks I think I am 100% recovered from the wisdom teeth procedure. The only things afterwards that bothered me was that I couldn’t open my mouth all the way, which sucked for eating, and yawning hurt. But I’m better now.
The Spur is underway, most of this first week was spent selling ads and little else. I wanted really bad to just crank out a page or so since I had a good idea of what I’d like to do, but the pages weren’t created until the weekend…when I was home.
I won a race today, that was pretty sweet. The winning part was alright, I mean, I didn’t have lots of competition, but my time was 20:22 for 3.1 miles. I was happy with that.
School starts tomorrow. I guess I look forward to it. It seems like all pretty tough classes this semester, though.
I guess time will tell.
August 21st, 2005
Here are the events to the best of my recollections:
Wake up fairly nervous at around 7AM and burn three HP cd’s for the road.
Leave with mom, get to Target and given the inescapable pain to ensue I chose to splurge and bought the ghostbusters DVD’s that ended up being a bust, Anchorman, Team America, and HP 6 the book.
Went to Walmart and got “back2school” stuff.
Went to the dentist.
I go thru the paperwork and turn it in and wait for about 5 minutes. They call me in and I sit down in the chair. The dentist comes in and seems nice and hurried. I decide that the more I think that I hate him the less it’ll hurt. So during the operation I imagine golf clubs in the back, that he was actually using swords to cut open my top two wisdom teeth, and that he was purposely hurting me and disregarding my bridge and just hitting em carelessly.
I imagined myself also with a wand, damn Harry Potter. I can’t get that shit out of my head. Ready to bolt up and say some spell to knock him and his assistant down.
I remember pretty much everything, even thinking I was a little TOO awake during the operation. Most the time when I have novacane my whole face feels completely numb and its as if I just feel what they’re doing dreamily, often with colors reflecting my pain or pleasure. And often times floating. Not this time though. It was like the novacane only prevented me from feeling the pain I’m sure was really going on, but no anything else.
I could plainly hear his instructions, look in his eyes, hear my teeth break, remember how difficult it was to open my mouth wide enough for them to lodge a “block” in my mouth so I didn’t close it. I also felt gagged alot. They had gauzes lodged down my throat which I soon realized was cause I was bleeding THAT MUCH.
So I got done. the doc said I did fine, was a “good patient” and that he wasn’t just saying that. And all I could think was, “who cares, i hurt…”
Got in the van, the whole things cost about a grand (I wish I had the money to pay for it, I feel so bad whenver mom and dad have to fork any of their money over for me). Then we went to someplace where mom was to eat with her friend, I just chilled in the car, and than went to Burger King. Here was an interesting part. I go to change my gauzes and was just oozing with blood all over the place. Couldn’t really swallow but dripped with blood as, what I assume was a manager because of his age (around 40) walked in and looked at me surprisingly asking, “break your tooth?” i mumbled, “no…well…kinda…wisdom…” and he got it and left quickly. Which was good as I was bleeding. I try and eat some, drink some, and we go. Half way home the novane completely wore off. I kicked my legs in pain almost the whole way home. I needed ice very badly and mom pulled over and eventualyl I was icified. Which really didn’t help. It was a very very long excruitiating trip home.
I get home, and take some drugs and take a nap. Wake up with immense pain, like hella pain, I feel like an idiot but tears were flowing it hurt so bad. It felt exactly like a tooth was slowly being ripped out of my mouth. Mom called the dentist and it ended up thats normal with novacane when you haven’t taken your meds and with a bridge or something. I don’t know. I just know that I took the meds and the pain went away.
Napped, woke up, had bren call linds, and just kind of floated around the house.
Day two, my cheeks are all swelled up and I have a slight fever. Pretty much sucks.
Thank God I have Harry Potter VI on tape to get me through…
August 9th, 2005