Self-help guru Tony Robbins said — in an ad I saw during the Olympics — “Progress is happiness.” That’s really the key to the three-game win streak the San Diego State men’s basketball team is riding. After a sloppy first half the Aztecs tuned in, turned on and dropped a 67-56 defeat on Air Force in Colorado Springs. Dwell in bliss.
SDSU is healthy, playing with energy, defending hard, throwing alley-oop lobs and generally bossing their mediocre conference opponents as the gods intended. From their recent depths of despair it’s real progress, a promising path to happiness. Robbins, Ram Dass and James Naismith himself would be proud. I’m ready to walk across hot coals for these guys.
A little less than two months ago, a buddy and I went to a bar in North Park to watch the Aztecs-Boise State hoops game. We were the only two people in the establishment who gave a shit, to be sure, and I got a big eye roll from the bartender when I asked her to change one of the nine TVs showing NFL Network highlights onto ESPNU or whatever jerkwater channel the game was on. Then SDSU proceeded to suffer probably their most brutal, listless, depressing loss in a season of stanky-ass losses.
As you can imagine, I spent that night feeling kind of crappy about my choice of hobbies and my priorities in general.
Right now I’m writing this blog post in the middle of the night (thanks, 8:30 start) one day removed from an international flight and with a long day at work and a 9:30 p.m. game time (fucking hell) looming tomorrow. And you know what? At the moment, I’m good with it.
The San Diego State men’s basketball team, forced to suit up for the play-in round of the Mountain West tournament for the first time ever, overcame a horrific first half to beat the UNLV Runnin’ Rebels 62-52 in overtime. It was a really exciting game in a “this shouldn’t be remotely this stressful” kind of way. It was a game that affirmed the old adage: Never question the heart of a six seed.
It’s Valentine’s Day, meaning it’s time to celebrate the utterly irrational act of love! Well, if you’re like me, there is nothing you love more irrationally than the San Diego State Aztecs. To celebrate this holiday, I’ve gone ahead and ripped off Brandon Bird’s best idea created some SDSU-themed candy hearts for you to enjoy and share with your friends and loved ones.
I imagine San José as something like an Escher drawing of the continuous stairs, only with cookie-cutter business parks, strip malls and endless tract homes. A bubble-inflated hamster wheel of blandness and rewarded mediocrity. It’s the Bay Area, but the real boring part. Look at this bullshit:
A gerrymandered archipelago of carved-out mesas and subdivisions. What are all those little enclaves? Is that where Silicon Valley isolates its service workers, red-lined in unincorporated Santa Clara county?
That’s where the Aztecs went and lost tonight, 76-71 to the Spartans. They played bad. This season is bad. Multiple unrelated exterior events are bad.
Aztecs hoops Twitter has been a pretty dark place of late, and it’s understandable. That’s kind of what you get when your team is under .500 in a bad mid-major conference, having pissed away several big leads and winning exactly zero games decided by six points or less.
So when SDSU started frittering away another double-digit second-half lead Saturday afternoon at Fresno State, our inevitable and entertaining social media nervous breakdown commenced.
Aztecs win! Aztecs win!! They beat the Wyoming Cowboys, 77-68. Thank Vishnu, Buddha and baby Jesus for that. Old alma mater’s humbling crash to mediocrity has been demoralizing, as evidenced by students and fans voting with their feet by not showing up to this one (’twas an 8:10 PM tip, not ideal for a Tuesday). After 80 consecutive home sellouts it’s now been two straight not-sellouts. The stands were half-empty, folks.