“ said, ‘We’re gonna drive the ball and throw it up there, go get it, and put it in the basket,” Donahue said. Ten more shots for the Minutemen.īC got its ass kicked, and head coach Steve Donahue said the game was that simple. Fifty-two UMass points in the paint compared to BC’s 26. Led by 6-foot- 10, 253-pound center Cady Lalanne, the Minutemen destroyed the Eagles down low. It wasn’t exactly a blowout on the scoreboard, but it was an ass kicking in the paint.įor as relaxed as the Garden was before the game, UMass cut through the breezy air with an overpowering ferocity in the second half on the way to an 86-73 win. He laughed and patted me on the shoulder. “I think BC is going to get their ass kicked,” he said. But the dad slowed down before he passed me and leaned in a bit. Maybe they’re hoping my computer doesn’t crap out) and started heading to their seats. They eventually got their popcorn and beer, wished me luck (I never know what to say when someone wishes me luck before I cover a game. They didn’t sound too confident about any other player in particular, though. Williams could give BC the same fits Cotton had. UMass had Chaz Williams, and the three of us talked about how well he can score and how badly Providence’s Bryce Cotton hurt BC in the opener on Friday. I really didn’t know, and I wouldn’t bet on either team having an easy outing. He asked me how I thought the game would go, and I give the same answer I pretty much always give when I get that question. I gave a standard answer about how awesome the job is.
“Oh that’s great,” he said, flashing a genuine smile. Very clearly Minutemen fans, they had been going through the game’s matchup when I walked up. “Who are you with?” a middle-aged man in a fading white sweater asked me when he saw the credential around my neck while waiting in line. On the way to what I was hoping was a free media seat, I stopped for a snack. I managed to work my way through the crowd and up into the concourse without making anyone stand up for me, a massive success. Covering this team would probably get a lot less fun if the Eagles started the season 0-2. “Yeah, it’s really tough to write a good story in a fancy arena like this one,” I shot back, but I knew what he meant. He asked me, with a smile, if I was nervous. He told me he didn’t know, but that I’d probably have to go through the stands to get there. “Any idea where my seat is?” I asked a member of the BC staff while Northeastern tried to knock down a couple key free throws.
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