First she worked on an amusement park ride for the hermit crabs she is slated to bring home tomorrow. Then she spent hours designing a new game while Bob Dylan's Greates Hits played four times through on auto-repeat.
As we were getting ready to drive down to campus for the Cal-Arizona contest, she let me on her invention. "It's called, 'Separated.' There are two houses. A white girl lives in one and an Asian girl in the other. The point is for them to end up together." Apparently, all the talk they devoted to MLK Jr. and Civil Rights Day, coupled with the content of songs like "Blowin' in the Wind," had her thinking long and hard about the problem of segregation.
That made for an interesting prelude to the basketball game. Thanks to my former student -- one of the most thoughtful, wise people you're ever going to meet and a better endorsement of the Arizona program than any publicist could dream up -- we had seats behind the Wildcats' basket, alongside the family and friends -- as well as present and future girlfriends -- of the Arizona players. This meant that we had to wait in a special line for our tickets.
There was an eery moment of convergence when the P.A. started blasting The Offspring's signature song during a timeout. "This song is about the same problem as the game you invented today," I explained to Skylar, "They're trying to say that it's wrong to keep people separated because of how they look or what they believe." I've never really been into So-Cal surf punk, but that reminder of the Rodney King-beating and the uprising that followed the verdict from his abusers' trial sounded far better to me today than it ever did before. Clearly, the stars were properly aligned today for a constellation that would make Walter Benjamin beam.
The game itself was considerably better than the AP write-up suggests. There were too many turnovers. Cal was especially bad on that score. And the shooting percentages weren't too hot. But there were many excellent plays from both sides. Arizona freshman Marcus Williams is clearly destined for greatness -- and only a two-year stay with the Wildcats, I suspect -- demonstrating that he was the Wildcats' most talented player on numerous occasions, despite shooting poorly. Hassan Adams didn't have his best game, but did enough to help his team win, as he has done so many other times during his four years in Tucson.
Although I was glad to finally watch Cal play a close contest at McKale, I couldn't help but feel that they bungled away a win. If Richard Midgely could regain even half his confidence, the Bears would become a very tough out indeed. Ayinde Ubaka made some beautiful moves. Leon Powe lived up to his advance billing and led a break to boot. DeVon Hardin showed why NBA scouts are getting hip to him by blocking several shots and throwing in a soft half-hook over everyone. Omar Wilkes showed off his fine genes by looking as smooth as his dad used to. And freshman Theo Robertson proved that his performance against ASU Thursday was no fluke.
Yet Cal still managed to lose. Frankly, though, I was so delighted to be watching the game with Skylar and to have it be a close, exciting affair for her benefit, that I came out of the arena feeling like a winner regardless. When you have a chance to tie with five seconds left and your best three-point shooter has a clean look go halfway down before rimming out, well, that's close enough in conjunction with feeling overwhelming love for your family to slot basketball into the same category as horseshoes and hand grenades.
