Aaron White is... well before we go there let me say Carver Hawkeye Arena was locked down tighter than a virgin bride at a traditional Irish Catholic wedding. That said we can talk about Aaron White. Aaron White is a stone, cold, killer, he's the ice man. He arrived in Iowa City in August as FNG and in seven short months he's become lethal. In the words of your generation he was straight up dropping bombs, in the words of mine he was arc light, anyone got in his way and it was AMF.
Then there's Carver... I mean Carver! It was a bit warm inside before the first of 13,100 victory starved souls shuffled inside, and twenty minutes before tip it was steamier than a $2 Saigon hookers panties. Ten minutes before tip it started feeding, feeding on itself, and let me tell you tonight that was one hungry *****. Then it was game time, and the fat blind guy in stripes threw the tip... the tip was... well, it was the Mentos in the Diet Coke, and Carver straight up erupted.
Give Dayton a lot of credit, they knew they weren't in for no diddy bop. They had a helluva chin, and that's exactly where those Hawkeyes hit them. They hit them hard, and they hit them often, and they kept getting up. That #1 was the best guard Iowa's seen all year and for the first 30 minutes every time the chips went in the middle Dayton held the Ace of Hearts. Too bad for them those Hawks came to play all forty.
There were plenty of hero's tonight. Cartwright dropped more dimes than your freshman dealer from Mayflower, McCabe spent more time at the rack than Freemasons in the Spanish Inquisition, and the Real Mel Shady... yeah he stood up. Now I haven't mentioned that Gatens fella, but that man is the glue, and you just know that if 5 asked anyone on that team swallow a pineapple they'd do it in a heartbeat (especially that Ginger fella), hell who are we kidding, he wouldn't even ask, he'd do it himself. He didn't light up the scoring column but when the painting was ready for that final brush stroke he was there, and his brush stroke came from the land of three.
Then it was over, and the 13,100 in attendance experienced something more magical than any of Matt Bullard's midnight moments on center court, Fran experienced that first of many post-season victories, and Matt experienced a Carver Hawkeye sendoff better than any this guy can remember.
Then there's Carver... I mean Carver! It was a bit warm inside before the first of 13,100 victory starved souls shuffled inside, and twenty minutes before tip it was steamier than a $2 Saigon hookers panties. Ten minutes before tip it started feeding, feeding on itself, and let me tell you tonight that was one hungry *****. Then it was game time, and the fat blind guy in stripes threw the tip... the tip was... well, it was the Mentos in the Diet Coke, and Carver straight up erupted.
Give Dayton a lot of credit, they knew they weren't in for no diddy bop. They had a helluva chin, and that's exactly where those Hawkeyes hit them. They hit them hard, and they hit them often, and they kept getting up. That #1 was the best guard Iowa's seen all year and for the first 30 minutes every time the chips went in the middle Dayton held the Ace of Hearts. Too bad for them those Hawks came to play all forty.
There were plenty of hero's tonight. Cartwright dropped more dimes than your freshman dealer from Mayflower, McCabe spent more time at the rack than Freemasons in the Spanish Inquisition, and the Real Mel Shady... yeah he stood up. Now I haven't mentioned that Gatens fella, but that man is the glue, and you just know that if 5 asked anyone on that team swallow a pineapple they'd do it in a heartbeat (especially that Ginger fella), hell who are we kidding, he wouldn't even ask, he'd do it himself. He didn't light up the scoring column but when the painting was ready for that final brush stroke he was there, and his brush stroke came from the land of three.
Then it was over, and the 13,100 in attendance experienced something more magical than any of Matt Bullard's midnight moments on center court, Fran experienced that first of many post-season victories, and Matt experienced a Carver Hawkeye sendoff better than any this guy can remember.
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