Indy Tournament

This past weekend was arguably the third-most enjoyable weekend of my life.

It started on Friday, when we pulled out of the Holy Cross parking lot, headed for Indianapolis. The drive down was mostly uneventful and boring, but it was certainly anticipatory and tense. We were all a bit nervous, some more than others.

Finally, after several minutes of shouting at the erroneous GPS (which we dubbed, "Lola"), we arrived at our hotel. The hotel was the best I'd ever stayed at. The huge lobby boasted a touch-screen TV, two computers for visitor use, a Starbucks, and "The Market", which sold over-priced snacks and beverages. Not to mention the pool and fitness center.

Our first game was disastrous. We couldn't handle the opponent's tenacious press, our shots wouldn't fall, and turnovers killed us. Needless to say, we were very disappointed. We spent the evening gloomily watching TV, trying to forget about the game.

After an unpleasantly early morning, we beat our next opponents easily. Spirits lifted, we won again. The game was tough and physical, but we survived, with nothing more serious than a few bruises.

That evening, we ordered pizza, "worked out" in the fitness center, and swam. We watched random MTV movies until 11:00, and then finally got to bed.

We had a delicious, Starbucks breakfast in the lobby, checked out of the hotel, and then headed for the mall!

After an early, food court lunch, we split up and explored the huge mall. A French hair-dresser did our hair for free (this particular hair-straightener cost $250), I found a pair of $290 sunglasses, and Meron and I reveled in Hot Topic, where every shelf was stacked with Harry Potter merchandise.

Our day at the mall came to an end, and we focused on basketball once more.

We now were playing in the losers' bracket, and if we won this game, we would finish in third place. However, we couldn't settle down, and lost the game by five points.

In my eyes, the Indianapolis tournament was a complete success, and we all had a great time.