I have, in the past, made various road trips to follow the Lib or the National Team. It had been a while, so I decided that I’d finally make good on my threat to visit my friends Candy and Teddy in Arkansas, especially since they now were Shock season subscribers.
Landing at XNA (X?) in Bentonville, AK on Sunday, August 21, I snagged a car and set up my handy dandy GPS. Since I had time, I let it take me down a dirt road short cut that ended at a closed bridge. Hey, at least I STOPPED when I noticed the bridge that was out….
Returning to the paved roads, I arrived safe and sound in Springdale. There, I was treated to a “welcome to Arkansas and happy 50th” lunch at the Market Place Grill (the flaming queso was impressively flaming, the chipotle burger dripped with yummy goodness, and the server had a great sense of humor). Afterward, I toured C&T’s nice little spread and met their sundry animals. It’s obviously an SEC house: Summitt, their 2-year-old pup, smelled the Big East on me and eyed me suspiciously throughout my visit.
Unfortunately, one of my local hosts was suffering from foot trauma, so they weren’t going to be able to travel to Tulsa for the games. So I solo-hotfooted it west (literally, since the Cherokee Turnpike speed limit is 75.) past farms, open land, and unfamiliar towns. The land between the cities is rolling and somewhat green — they’ve been suffering a severe lack of rain. You can see the burn, and I’m sure next spring will reveal many dead trees.
I made it without incident (though local signage peeps need to remember us out-of-towners need clarity when stuff is closed down. Neon orange signs draped across signs on exits we want to use can bring mini-panics.) and settled in to the recently reappointed Holiday Inn (this is not your mother’s HI). Had a lovely chat with the receptionist (she wants to become a zoologist) and gratefully stretched out in my room. But, combine a 4:30 am wake up with seven hours of travel and the hour I gained, and I almost relaxed too much. I happened to take a peek at my ticket and — gak! it’s a 6pm CST tip off! I threw on my Suuueeeeee Wicks t-shirt, galloped out the front door.
Walking through Tulsa after work hours is a little spooky because, as my birdwatching host Jo (a 50-year Tulsa native), people have moved out of the city. There’s no one on the streets. Apparently (according to Jo), there’s a push to bring folks back, but it’ll take some time. I did get a chance to admire some of the superb art deco architecture. The Boston Avenue Methodist Church is cray-zee!
The BOK Center, started in 2005 and opened in 2008, is part of that plan. Looking sleek and modern — like Phoenix’s America West arena (Sorry, USA Airways — it’s hard to keep up) with a dash of Gehry — the interior is clean and open. I know that’s the trend (heck, that’s why the Lib have been exiled to Newark), but I kinda like arenas with a bit of grunge on’em. You understood that sports was a sweaty, messy experience. Whatever the Garden’s faults, you could have 3,000 in there and you’d feel like it was twice that. The space contained and focused energy, and the lighting directed your attention to the athletes on the court, not the fans in the stands.
As for the games, well you already know that the Shock lost both I attended — to the Sparks & Lynx — so I’ll just offer some random observations:
- This Tulsa team has not given up. It appeared the bench players had taken on the role of pushing and supporting the on-court players.
- Lacy is from Pepperdine. It’s a measure of how out of this season I’ve been that I didn’t know that. How cool for Rousseau, one of the first coaches in the W, to see that happen.
- Honestly, is there a more dramatic “I was fouled, ref!!!” team than LA?
- Things that make you go hmmmmm: 50+-year-old security peep wearing a suit, guarding the floor, and sporting geeky springy sneaks.
- Food: Some classic and interesting offerings. A draft beer costs a dollar more than a bag of popcorn. And, as my friend from Kansas City asked, “What exactly is the draw of a snow cone?”
- Seems to me the Shock mascot Volt would love to hang out with the Lib’s Maddie. Furs of a feather, so to speak.
- These fans love their team. They stay until the end. They cheer their players because they know they’re so over-matched. Here’s to a future full of good draft picks and a strong coaching crew.
- You know? Minnesota’s kinda short — or maybe it’s better to say, all of the same height (remember the UConn team of 2002). They were in my hotel and, well, you’d never guess they were elite athletes. They kinda looked… normal.
When I was not watching basketball, I was, of course, birding. I’d contacted the local Audubon and on Monday, the fabulous Jo took me out for a full day (thank goodness the weather behaved — there was a cooling mist most of the day). She is a seriously good birder, as is Pat, who joined us mid-walk. I mean SERIOUSLY awesome. I felt lucky to hang with them. We walked and talked and laughed, paused for a really good “wet” burrito at El Guapo, and then did more walking and talking. My favorite birds were the Pileated Woodpecker, the Kentucky Warbler and the always handsome Mississippi Kite, but it was the company that made the day.
There was more of the same the next day, as Jo then made sure I was connected with her “clan” of local birders. This time we ate at the Blue Moon where they served up an out-of-this-world BLT — with fried green tomatoes. Yowza. Great food, better company. The generosity of birders (and people in general) does my heart good.
After we parted company Tuesday, I had enough time to go out to Oklahoma City and visit the National Memorial. It is simple, beautiful and profoundly moving. I can only say, “Go see it.” And, if I may be so bold, dare to simply experience it before you pull out the cameras.
Wednesday had me packed and heading back East, but not before I made my way out to North Harvard Ave (there’s a Yale Ave, too) to have some Oklahoma Style Bar-b-q.
Basketball, birding and barbecue. Yup, quite the road trip!
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