So tonight I attended the first real game of the season for the Stanford Basketball team at the College Basketball Experience Classic Tournament. I am not a huge fan of the team, except that I sometimes get to take a friend for free and I am a fan of free, so on I go.
First of all, the Stanford team was sloppy at best. (I know) It was just a scrub game against the San Jose State Spartans that the Cardinal could have won by a wider margin had they left in their starters all night, but they didn’t; thank god cause they looked like a winded bunch. I was secretly rooting for the Spartans to mount a comeback ( I am a fan of the inherent underdog).
In between the action, I overhear this lady ask, “so what EXACTLY is the 6th man anyways Bob?” I wanted to scream. (I know I know) This lady is at a preseason scrub game, and rightfully so, she would never be admitted to a regular season game (actually no one would give HER their ticket) with that little league level of basketball knowledge, or so I would hope.
Come on Alice! Basketball typically has the 6th man, football has the 12th man. Next!
