Who died, Shea?
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You know, with the kid and all.
Not hardly!! 
I've noticed that too. I very seldom comment on this type of observation, but, I have to go along with slug25 on this one. Shea wears the same furrowed brow expression regardless of the score or circumstances, but especially when something goes awry. We see CD smile a lot during the game. Even Geno smiles 
once in a while.
I've noticed that too. I very seldom comment on this type of observation, but, I have to go along with slug25 on this one. Shea wears the same furrowed brow expression regardless of the score or circumstances, but especially when something goes awry. We see CD smile a lot during the game. Even Geno smiles once in a while.
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When she and her Uconn team (including Sveta) won---it was all smiles and shouting
Shea Knows when to have fun and game time is BUSINESS--with Geno (Gina) who expects near perfection and she takes responsibilities seriously--was she an Army brat (82nd Airborne?/Jacksonville, Nc?? to them serious is serious, fun is fun.)
Shea Knows when to have fun and game time is BUSINESS--with Geno (Gina) who expects near perfection and she takes responsibilities seriously--was she an Army brat (82nd Airborne?/Jacksonville, Nc?? to them serious is serious, fun is fun.)
The lamentations of Shea
Our Shea has read the boneyard tales
and all the writers' tragic wails:
Recruiting of the past was bad,
the future's looking oh so sad.
The frosh don't play like seniors yet.
Defense is soggy if not wet.
Those triple doubles just won't come,
and Lou has lost her shot, ho hum.
And Geno's living in the past.
With current kids success won't last.
So, what to do when all is down?
What else is left but somber frown?
We won again? It matters not
to each and ev'ry trollish sot
who claims our team is not so hot.
--With apologies to Edwin Arlington Robinson,
Pablo Neruda, and Alexander Pope, none of whom
could hit a three or block a shot.
Our Shea has read the boneyard tales
and all the writers' tragic wails:
Recruiting of the past was bad,
the future's looking oh so sad.
The frosh don't play like seniors yet.
Defense is soggy if not wet.
Those triple doubles just won't come,
and Lou has lost her shot, ho hum.
And Geno's living in the past.
With current kids success won't last.
So, what to do when all is down?
What else is left but somber frown?
We won again? It matters not
to each and ev'ry trollish sot
who claims our team is not so hot.
--With apologies to Edwin Arlington Robinson,
Pablo Neruda, and Alexander Pope, none of whom
could hit a three or block a shot.
