During a recent football press conference, featuring Hauck and two players, you could hear in the background the muffled sound of basketball sneakers squeaking on the floor and players and coaches shouting, in what obviously was a basketball practice going on behind the background wall of the press conference.
Apt metaphor I thought for what’s happened to the basketball program at Montana: Background noise to the football program.
Time was, we students lined up way early for basketball games. As a grad, I’d eagerly await the first Street and Smith’s basketball magazine to read about our team and see our conference ranking, then check the schedule for trips I could make to see the team play in my area—Palo Alto, Stockton, San Jose, Berkeley.
All-time memorable events were sitting in Pauley Pavillion with my good Tarheel friend, watching the Griz demolish UCLA behind Will Cherry and Brian Qvale, or watching with another friend in San Jose as the Griz nearly took down New Mexico in an opening round NCAA tournament game.
But tonight is another event I used to eagerly anticipate, the Maroon and Silver scrimmage
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Now?
More curious than eager. And after several months of entertaining articles and news about the Lady Griz, not to mention complete bio’s on all the players and the emergence of Oregon State fan as a consistent and knowledgeable contributor to this board, I find my attention shifting to the distaff side.
It’s simply the case that Lady Griz seem to be on the rise, while the men? I dunno. I think they have an up-and-coming star in Money Williams but we haven’t heard a peep about him or anybody else all summer, and the interest on this Board has dwindled to almost nothing.
And frankly, my dears, with the Lady Griz on the rise, our football team headed for the playoffs and my hometown Warriors looking good, I’m not even sure I give a damn.