I’m pretty depressed about Lipscomb basketball.
There’s still four rounds of March Madness left. The Bisons have already had two weeks off since the last loss and started workouts for next year.
I don’t even want to talk about any of the teams that are left in the bracket. But, if you want to read some actual college basketball analysis instead of my blabber, definitely check out my classmate Lindsey Nance’s college hoops blog as well as Eric Ansett over at Zag Nation.
Instead, let’s talk about bench celebrations.
I had two rotating jobs during games this year. Either I was behind the top row of the stands, filming on our cheap little camera and DVD recorder, or I was on the bench doing dumb stuff like passing out towels and water. I much preferred being on the bench, because I could talk and participate in bench celebrations.
Don’t get me wrong. The Lipscomb bench was no Monmouth this year.
We didn’t perform mock CPR on each other, do any trust falls or get any national attention for our bench. (Or for anything else for that matter). But for real, the most fun parts of the season involved celebrating on the bench. When things are going well and shots are falling, there’s nothing like it. It’s easy to lose yourself. Even Dallas Bunton, my roommate, a Bible major and one of the most devout 19-year-olds I know, has been rumored to cuss when it gets hype.
On the other hand, there’s nothing worse than a bench with no energy or negative energy. It sucks everything positive out of the game and makes managing a living hell. Sometimes Brennan has to go full Mom on everyone for having bad attitudes.
Where would you rather be during a game? On the bench or filming?