We had like zero free time at Big West, but I did Twitter what we were doing. Assuming I go to the NCAAs this coming weekend, I will Twitter during the game and everything since I figured out how to do it from my phone.
Anyhoo, I hit the road at 6:30am on Thursday and arrived in Anaheim at 12:15. When I got on the road, I was all proud of myself for not forgetting anything...then the sun started to come up and I realized I had forgotten my sunglasses. Lame. So I stopped at Walmart once I got to town and picked up some ghetto aviators, gatorade, and posterboard for inappropriate signs. I rolled into the Travelodge first and checked on the band, who was just getting into town. I decided I should probably take a nap instead of hitting up the big D and met up with Lorrin who had arrived shortly before I did.
So the band arrived and Paul immediately freaked out about how the alcohol had to be stored in our room. It was totally unnecessary to freak out about that business. Does he really think Christina (the band's advisor) gave a deuce about the band having alcohol? Anyhoo, there was no chance for a nap. We headed over to the ESPN Zone for the mascot challenge where our new mascot Ole was being unveiled. He wears black pants and boots, a white shirt with a men's bball jersey over it (I had to specify since the men for some reason where navy blue even though our school colors are royal blue and goldenrod), with a big belt buckle that says "Ole". He has a comically oversized head with a Gaucho hat and mask, handlebar mustache, 5 o'clock shadow, mullet (yes!), and a grin that makes him look like a pedophile. As bad as that description sounds, I kind of like him. My only requirements were that he not be a bear or inflatable. Actually, on Friday, the mascot had hurt his nose because of the way the mask sits on his head, so after several bandmembers tried it on, Lorrin ended up being Ole for the game. Anyhoo, back to the challenge, we brought our instruments and played outside the ESPN Zone for about an hour. Cal Poly's band also showed up and played their usual assortment of high school field show songs. In the end, that smelly bear from Riverside won. Then we were shuffled into Downtown Disney to play in front of Naples Restaurant where donors to the program were having some sort of reception. Were we invited in to have some free food? Of course not! We were told we had 30 minutes to get food in Downtown Disney before getting on the bus and going straight to the game. And per diem was $15 per day. Lorrin and I didn't get per diem until after the game because Christina didn't want to carry it around with her until she saw us.
Anyhoo...game time. We thought for sure the men would lose to Fullerton, but they didn't, you know, because we had made plans for Friday night. That's how things work. You want the men's team to win? Make plans for the next day. Anyhoo, within 5 seconds of putting it up, my "go C.S.U.F. yourselves!" sign was taken away by a laughing employee who clearly appreciated the sign. Anyhoo, I looked into the tiny pile of signs brought by the pep band (they didn't bring the Scott Nova sign, wtd?)...they brought a sign that said "Lick my balls, Davis" even though we weren't scheduled to play them at all on either side of the tournament schedule (men's or women's). We folded up the part that said Davis and wrote "Foolerton". Somehow, that sign was never taken away. But "go C.S.U.F. yourselves" crossed the line! Anyhoo, we were set to play Fullerton in the women's game the next day, and trombone Mike inadvertently gave us the idea for our first set of signs for that game when he said, "yeah, we just beat you! Tomorrow, we beat your women!" That led to a lot of inappropriate Chris Brown jokes, and then we decided we'd make signs that said, "yesterday we beat your men" and "and today we beat your women". Those were popular signs. We also had a sign that read "your girlfriend does", which sounds pretty useless, but it came in handy surprisingly often. That came about when Fullerton's band held up a sign that read "we don't cheat" and awesome band freshman Jayne yelled out, "your girlfriend does!!!" followed by a loud "oooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh!" from the rest of the band. We're sure all Fullerton heard was the last part, so we made a sign. At one point, we chanted something and their fans yelled "we can't hear you!" To which we responded with the "your girlfriend does" sign. It actually shut them up, even though it was a pretty weak response, but hey, we're easily entertained.
Steve Haas of Rockin' Taco fame met up with Binh before the game and came and cheered with us in the stands. Then he came over to the hotel and partied with us. By "partied" I mean he drank in the hotel and watched in horror as the freshmen got so bombed so fast. At one point, Oto straddled him and Jayne piled on, so I had to pluck them off his lap and apologize. Steve Haas has a major crush on Binh, and we told the kids that they hooked up in the bushes outside. We think some of them believed us.
The next day, we pulled a Chris Brown on Fullerton's women. And we kept putting up the "lick my balls" sign and it STILL didn't get taken away. Oh, and Fullerton's band kept playing the same songs as us after we'd finish playing. It wasn't UCI 2002 status, because I've been to games at Fullerton, and those songs are on their setlist (Gimme Some Lovin', Jon Bon, and Takin' Care of Business), but it was still in bad form to do that. Jerks. When we arrived at the ACC before the game, some of the players were out in the hallway stretching because some men's teams were inside practicing, and Whitney Warren saw me and yelled "Now Wut!" I didn't really know what to do, so I just yelled it back at her. Then she yelled it again, so we were just yelling it back and forth at each other for a couple of minutes while the rest of the band joined in confused, but amused. Totally didn't mean to rhyme that. The coach who was with Whitney was totally confused and Whitney was all, "that's their saying. They yell now wut at games." I wasn't about to correct her by saying that we were honoring our ghetto hero Erin O'Bryan, so I just laughed at her calling it our "saying". Anyhoo, we made a Now Wut sign for her since I stupidly forgot mine in the hotel room. I put it in a safe place so the drunk kids wouldn't spill beer on it. I knew I'd forget that I put it there. On our way out after the game, the UCR band was coming in (they have some pretty cool outfits now...oh yeah, and a BAND - kilts and tartans (whatever those sashes are called) and those golf hats) and they said, "we'll see you guys tomorrow in the final!" I was feeling saucy and said, "no, we'll see Cal Poly tomorrow."
After the game, we were once again not going back to the hotel, so we went to Gardenwalk, this new outdoor mall in Anaheim. When we got off the bus, poor little Jayne was still sick after the partying the night before and vomited in the parking lot. A few of us stayed with her to make sure she was OK, then we put some food in her and she was good to go. It should be noted that at the women's game, Jayne was throwing up in a grocery bag. Mid-hurl, one of the fastbreakers walked up and offered her a piece of licorice. Not wanting to be rude, she totally took it and ate it. She eventually threw that up, too. It was a sight to behold. Just in case she stumbles upon this blog, she totally didn't have an embarrassing hookup with a guy in the band. Nope.
OK, post-Gardenwalk, we went back to the ACC. We saw Cal Poly's players walking out to a portable trailer in the back lot and asked if they won. They looked pretty excited, but didn't answer us. When we got in, we saw the scoreboard - they beat UCR 59-58 on a layup in the last second of the game. Who knew I was the new Miss Cleo? Anyhoo, we were there over an hour before the men's game. Like, seriously? Why couldn't we have gone back to the hotel to nap or something? We were all totally tired. Anyhoo, most of the band passed out in the stands. Gabe showed up about the time we were getting to the ACC and we chatted for a bit before the game against Northridge started. I won't make any mean comments about their band because we were in their position 10 years ago. Long Beach's band wasn't as nice. One guy started openly mocking them and made some comments about them to Clark who said, "hey, you know, that was this band not too long ago." The guy finally realized it was kind of mean and conceded, "everyone's gotta start somewhere, I guess." OK, so at no point did we think we were gonna beat CSUN, but the game was pretty close the whole way. Anyhoo, the last play was a guy inbounding the ball of Chris Devine's back and scoring on him. So, yeah. Story of the Gauchos' lives at the Big West tournament. At least the team stuck around this time and went to the entire women't game, not just the first half like last year. Stupid Bob Williams walked around with a shit-eating grin on his face since he knows he's not getting fired. The Cunnbot 2000 gave him a 4 year contract extension after their choke job in Anaheim last year as a final "fuck you" to the school that is not UCLA (we all know that was his dream job, and he never got it). I forgot to mention that the new AD came up and shook our hands (well, mine and Jose's anyway, we just happened to be standing in the right place, apparently) and said, "are we ready for a win? Alright! We're not gonna go out there and be one of those teams!" Whatever that meant. He was shorter than I expected (the Cunnbot 2000 is a tall, tall man), and while stiff, he certainly was more human than the Cunn. Hence his new nickname. But it was nice that he actually came over and talked to people in the band, the Cunn totally hated the band. There was that awkward attempt at high fiving us after one of the Big West championship games a few years ago, and that didn't go over too well because he's totally a robot uncapable of human emotion.
We went back to the hotel after deciding that it was totally not worth going to the ESPN Zone with such a big group because they didn't take reservations. Some of the band kiddies seemed upset that we weren't going with the group, but hey, we were tired, we had a long day and didn't want to wait 5 hours to eat. A few of us went to McDonalds and got a cheap, fast meal. Jayne sheepishly asked if she could go with us as if we'd say no. She said she was socially awkward, and then I explained to her that she's in the pep band, which is full of socially awkward people. Plus, she's cool and we adopted her as our own. We talked about that hookup that totally didn't happen and then she called Nikki in an attempt to get her to drive down for the championship the next day. We couldn't convince her, even after we put Oto on the phone who proceeded to call her "St. Bernard" (reference: her last name is St. Germain) so we walked over to the liquor store and bought Night Train and Sprite then headed back to the hotel.
We played 3man and thumper (but we called it disgusting thumper so everyone had to do a gross symbol) and then we decided we needed to go to AMPM to get junk food. We had an impromptu dance party inside and the clerk was actually pretty entertained. Then we headed back to drink a bit more and see how Jayne was fairing on her quest to bed a cheerleader. One person in band apparently did, but it was not Jayne. So I guess there is hope for the guys in band after all. I told Jayne to start barking up the team's tree, she'd have a better chance at "getting! some!" We also came up with a bunch of good signs and cheers for the next day while we were drinking, which is usually how some of our most random signs come to be. We also forget most of them by the time it comes to actually do the cheers and make the signs.
The next morning, the kiddies were frantically trying to figure out what to do with the leftover alcohol (I know, weak! Who has leftover alcohol on Saturday at Big West?), while we were more concerned with what was for breakfast since we were already packed and ready to go. When we got to the ACC, some old dude (they're all old there) wouldn't let us in until exactly 12pm. And even then, he totally wouldn't let us in. Jayne also started talking shit to the Cal Poly cheerleaders who were also waiting outside. One of them tried to talk back and was quickly told by I'm guessing the captain to ignore "us" as if we were all being mean. Anyhoo, once we got in, I started trying to remember the awesome signs we came up with the night before. I made one that said "what what in the butt", another that said "
dirty girl" (which Jayne promptly drew bloody tampons on - they doubled as spanish exclamation points - we were told to not call people tampons, which we hadn't planned on doing, but it became a running joke because of the odd warning), and a sign that said "Big Red" (for Jordan Franey...who, in case it isn't obvious, has red hair). I know we had thought of a bunch more, but we were drinking. We held up the "what what in the butt" sign and Cal Poly's players were mesmerized by it. They really were. They were stretching and staring at it with this glazed look in their eyes. During the game, we held up the "your girlfriend does" sign up above the "what what in the butt" sign. Some girls in the front row had made a sign that said "oh snap" and ran to add to our sentence. Jose then completed it with the "dirty girl" sign. It was about that time that Christina came over and told us to take down the "what what in the butt" sign. We convinced her to let us keep it so we could write "special Margaret" on the back (a fastbreaker had commented "our Margaret is special!!!" and we couldn't resist).
As for the actual game, we were down by 15 early and it was not looking good for the Gauchos. We were totally hoping for the Mustangs because we figured they'd be tired and easier than UCR. I wasn't too worried because it was early and we've been in that position before. Hello, we've been in the final for the past 13 years! We're the 'chos, we win these games. Anyhoo, by the end of the first half, we were only down by 3 thanks to some stellar play from Sha'Rae Gibbons, Jenna Green, Chris Spencer, Special Margaret, and Big Red. And everyone else, of course. It takes a village. We pretty much owned the second half. Cal Poly was up by like a basket or two with 5 minutes to go. Again, not worried. We ended up winning by 7, so if you take away that 15 point hole we dug ourselves into, we gave them a 22 point ass whipping. After the game, we all went down to the court to watch the trophy ceremony as well as the longstanding "Gauchos cutting down the net" ritual. We chanted for Big Red and even the old people joined in and chated it with us. She asked us to pose for a picture with the team on the court after the game, and we obliged - look how much respect the band is getting now!!! We had also all signed the Now Wut sign for Whitney and Jayne gave it to her while we all chanted "Now Wut" after she cut her piece of net. She then declared the band to be the best. Shortly after the net was cut down, the team, band, and cheer all got together on the court for the most awesome photo-op ever. I then started a "UC clap clap SB clap clap" chant that everyone on the court joined in on. It was straight out of an 80s movie. And awesome.
The bus dropped the alumni off at the hotel to retrieve their cars and they headed back to SB. I drove straight back to the Bay Area and got home at about 10:45. I'm still totally tired, but it was worth it. The Big West is always worth it! Go 'chos! We'll find out tomorrow who, when, and where the 'chos will be playing. And yes, I've been invited back. Ow!
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Congratulations to the Gauchos for winning both the regular season title as well as the tournament title, and a hearty congratulations to Coach Gottlieb for winning Coach of the Year, 22 games, and an NCAA appearance all in her first year as head coach. Not to shabby. Oh, Lauren Pedersen was the tournament MVP, so big ups to her, as well.