Hawks were lookin' good last night against Bryant...that Tucker can shoot those threes! Gotta get Tate remembering that he is the senior dog and acting like it, and those Hawks could possibly be a force this year. Couple of Hoosier guys on that Iowa team, one from Carmel, and, of course, a Hoosier native as coach, so that makes it extra fun to cheer for the Hawks.
The Hoos were looking very fine today...okay, they lost, but the score does not reflect the effort those baby Hoos were putting out against the number 5 team in the country today, Gonzaga. Considering the Hoos are sporting a brand new coach, only two players from the return roster, and one of the best players today for them was a walk-on from Carmel who is a state soccer player...this was a pretty good showing and much better than anyone had predicted.
Splitting our time between basketball and concerts this weekend...oh yeah, and the Colts game tomorrow. We were watching the IU game at home today since we needed to go to Matt's concert, so no trip downtown to watch the first basketballs dribbled in the end zone of the new football stadium and all. Matt had gone off to pick up Ali for their concert...this was Matt's first time to drive with someone other than just himself or one of us in the car (in Indiana you need to have your driver's license for 3 months before you can drive with someone else who is a minor in the car with you and his three months was up last week), so we had a bit of chat about the seriousness of driving someone else in your car, etc. (Matt is a good driver, but these types of discussions are written in The Parent Handbook in italics and underscored heavily...or so I told him).
About 45 minutes before Mark and I were ready to leave for the concert, we got a call from Matt in a panicked voice saying, "Mom, we need your help." I tend to go from calm to panic in less than a half a second and said, "WHAT?" I had envisioned Matt and Ali in some sort of accident or something. Matt says, "Ali forgot to eat, and we can't get her parents on the phone, so can you bring her something to eat before the concert?" Geesh...teens! Scared me to death and all they wanted was food.
Relieved, I packed a yogurt, a granola bar, a napkin, and a spoon all neat and tidy and lovely looking in a ziploc and we headed out. Mark looked at the bag and teasingly said, "What, no after dinner mint?" Ha ha very funny. The guys around here have no appreciation for my chick ways in matters such as these...they would have shoved something in their pockets and handed it to Ali that way. Seriously, they would have.
They met us at the door, grabbed the food, gave me thanks and hugs, and ran back to the rehearsal room as I was reminding them that I would like a photo of the two of them after the concert. 
They remembered...sort of...as before I could get a photo, they had gone out to the car, changed half of their clothing, and came back in with everything else in their arms racing to the changing room to see who could get changed first. Believe it or not, Ali won. 
Photos are them semi-dressed still (we put Ali in front so it wouldn't be as obvious that Matt was missing most of the upper part of his tux; next photo is the full shot with each of them sporting footwear NOT worn for the concert; next photo is of the two of them afterward munching on the brownies Laurie and Buddy brought for them as they received a text saying, "Bring food." Swimmers...are...always...hungry. 
The concert was great, and our favorite was O Holy Night, for which they received a standing ovation...they did an awesome job! On the way home, Mark and I heard it again on the radio and decided that would be today's blog song, so click here for O Holy Night.