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Blue and gold ribbons for March Madness near Marquette University's 707 Building.
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Marquette hosts No. 6 St. Johnâs, which has already clinched the Big East title.
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New Year's Kiss - p.b



⣠paige bueckers x reader
⣠wc: 3567
âŁâŁ synopsis: you were known as one of the calmest, most well-tempered players on the ucon wbb roster. so what happens if you lose your cool for the first time in a game? takes place at the uconn vs notre dame game on dec 31, 2022: based off this post/req from my nonnie đ«¶, and lowk inspired by paige's bloody nose at the uconn vs seton hall game!
âŁâŁâŁ a/n: hey guys.... i'm so sorry for being so inactive but the writer's block hit me HARD. I have a few more drafts in progress I hope to release this week, thank y'all SO MUCH for the support and patience! Also, for the opponent in this game i refer to her solely as the, "marquette girl", as i don't know their players that well and don't want to use an irl girl!
Up until the second half of the game, everything had been going decent for you. Sure, this game was one of the most aggressive of the season, but you were right in the peak of your season, so it made sense that emotions were running high with the pressure to do well.
But that didn't excuse the fact that the Marquette girl that had been assigned to defend you had been playing dirty the entire night. After the fucking hellish week you had just gotten through, this girl was about to be the straw that broke the camel's. your, back.
After Paige's acl tear in August and the work and energy you had been endlessly pouring into your game from the past two and a half years till now, you had basically solidified your place as one of the main starters on the team, which meant you were receiving a lot more consistent playing time. The thought of being a more prominent player on the team didn't panic you the way it might others, as you you were known for always being a very level-headed, reliable player under pressure, as you had been dubbed by the media as the "Silent Assassin". But tonight was proving to test your limits to the max.
Any time you were on the court for the first two quarters, the Marquette girl had been glued to you, illegally all up in your space, pushing and shoving at you, taunting you over and over again, and even tripping you once when you lunged for the ball. All of which she had done without receiving a single foul, which not only pissed you off, but also your teammates on the court, the players on your bench, and your coach.
And of course, the one time you had defended yourself against her in the second quarter was the only time the ref called a foul on both of you. She had nearly pressed herself up against you the second your hands came in contact with the ball, leaving you with no choice but to pass to your teammate Aaliyah to sink a layup, when she hooked her arm through yours and pulled just as the ball left your hands.
Her unnecessary aggression caused something to snap inside of you, as the second you felt her yank on your arm, you turned around to push her off of you, hard. She stumbled backwards a little bit, not tripping or hitting the ground in any way, but the damage had been done in the, very biased, eyes of the refs.
The two of you rapidly reacted, approaching each other as you were yelling out meaningless threats and a long string of curses. Thankfully, your teammates holding the two of you back firmly, preventing any further physical altercations.
The two of you both received technical fouls for the unnecessary physical contact and unsportsmanlike behaviour. However, the foul you received only irked you more. Why were the only fouls called on her when it involved you pushing back? Could they not see the way she was treating you the entire game?
And of course, Geno wasn't thrilled about one of his starters getting a tech in the first half of the game. While benched, he had chewed you out for losing your temper at her, especially for cursing, which was something refs never let slide. But his reprimands didn't hold the usual level of anger or frustration, as he internally agreed that the Marquette girl had it coming for her, but, he had to remain professional.
Of course basketball was a physical sport, and with aggression came some conflicts with other players, but her behaviour tonight was unprovoked and incredibly aggravating to you. Which only worsened in the third quarter.
After your tech, you had been trying your best to ignore the incredibly annoying actions of the Marquette girl, but you simply couldn't anymore after she had purposely elbowed you in the nose to make her shot.
You immediately stumbled backwards, folding over at the waist as your hands came up in an attempt to alleviate the intense throbbing your nose felt. You could feel the blood begin to dribble down to your lip as you walked over to the bench with Lou escorting you, awaiting the ref's call.
The refs decided to not call a foul on the other girl, claiming that she hadn't reached backwards on purpose, it was simply the angle of her basket and granted UConn two free throws. The call enraged you, and something inside you snapped. You very quickly forgot about the tissue you were firmly holding at your nostrils as you approached him, insisting with him that the call was blind and blatantly biased.
You hadn't noticed the blood resumed to flow down your face while arguing until it hit your mouth, but you paid no mind to the taste of iron that filled your mouth as you persisted angrily speaking to the ref.
"Paige, go get her before she gets another tech," Geno whispered into Paige's ears over by the bench.
She nodded at him, making her way over to you to pull you away from the ref who was now threatening to eject you from the game.
"Okay enough, you need to get checked out by the team medic," Paige wrapped her arm around your waist to pull you away from your heated conversation, despite your struggle against her. She wasn't that much taller than you, but the extra two ish inches she had on you were proving useful right now.
She dragged you over to the bench, ignoring your many protests. She pried the used, bloody tissue out of your fingers to toss to the medic waste bag, grabbing new ones from her hand to help your bloody nose. It was apparent to everyone on your team, even the fans watching, that your stubbornness wouldn't allow you to accept the call that easily and allow the medic to clean you up. So, Paige would just have to do it herself.
Since your first day on the Uconn campus, you and Paige had become extremely close. With the two of you being assigned roommates your freshman year, the COVID year, it would've been impossible to not become best friends, considering the fact that you spent all of your time together.
If not at practice or hanging out with the team, the two of you were trapped inside your dorm, forced to find company within each other for the entire year. And with Paige's injury her sophomore year, you were one of the only people she was able to open up to, other than Azzi, and you had become her comfort during her rehab time, both then and now. Despite no longer being roommates, you two still always hung out at each other's respective dorm, even having frequent sleepovers.
Your incredibly close relationship wasn't left unnoticed by the media either, especially social media platforms like tiktok. When Paige and Azzi denied the relationship allegations at the same time you made it clear that you liked girls, the internet quickly refocused their attention onto you and Paige, and neither of you had the heart to deny any rumors circulating. Considering that after Azzi, you were the least active on your social media when it came to anything other than basketball, it wasn't too hard to ignore the internet's speculation.
All of which to say, Paige had made it incredibly easy for you to catch feelings for her. Until her, you had never known what it was like to be completely head over heels for someone. The way your heart skipped any time the two of you made eye contact, the way your cheeks flushed when she brushed against you, and the chemistry the two of you shared on and off the court was undeniable.
Unbeknownst to you, she felt the exact same way, and for the last two years, everyone but you two could see the feelings you harbored for each other.
If only you could feel the way her heart was beating as she held your face in one hand, using the other to apply pressure to your nose and wipe away at the blood on your face, neck, and jersey as she listened to you rant about the refs and how they were cheating you guys out of fouls the entire game. Although, she wasn't able to focus on the words coming out of your mouth, only the plumpness of your lips as they moved, something you noticed as your verbal attack slowed down so you could take a breath in between your sentences.
"She's literally fucking stuck up my ass and the refs ignore her which is actual bullshit, the amount of times this girl has literally made unnecessary contact or-, Paige are you even listening to me?"
Her lingering gaze on your mouth quickly snapped up to your eyes, a sheepish smile settling onto her now flushed cheeks.
"Yeah, yeah sorry."
She wiped the remaining blood from around your nose before calling over the medic to check your nose. A small bruise had formed near the bridge, but thankfully it wasn't broken. While she was checking your nose, Paige did her best to avoid meeting your curious stares.
Of course the two of you had small moments where you could envision that Paige felt the same for you. But never one that was so blatantly obvious as her staring at your lips, especially so publicly.
Nonetheless, you barely had time to analyze the interaction before the medic was clearing you to return to the game, Paige patting your butt (this) as you jogged by her to sub back into the game, which, until the handshake line, went without any further incidents, despite your team beating them by 13 points (HVL VS TEXAS Y'ALL).
When passing by you, you heard her mutter under her breath, "fucking bitch," in response to your half-hearted, "good game". It was safe to say you didn't take that well, responding to her with, "you wanna come say that to my fucking face? Pussy ass bitch." For both of your sakes, Dorka and one of her teammates were able to keep pushing the two of you down the line and out to the lockers before the post-game conference with Lou, Nika, and Dorka, which Geno insisted you attend to apologize for your behaviour.
***Small Time Skip***
"So Y/N, the multiple incidents that occured tonight with you and (BLANK) from Georgetown, do you have anything to say about them? I mean, you're known for being a very calm and collected player, but tonight we saw a very different side of you," a reporter questioned you. The questions for you from tonight's post-game conference mostly avoided the fight, treading the waters carefully as it was unlike anything you had ever been involved in.
"I'm not gonna try and cover for myself or anything, it was unprofessional and unacceptable for me to lose my temper on the court like that. Like you said, I've always tried to place an emphasis on just basketball when playing and avoid any other personal feelings or problems, but I guess tonight I didn't do as good of a job on that as I could of. This is something that I will keep in mind for all of our upcoming games as that's not the kind of image or reputation I want to set for myself or the team I represent. I would never want this kind of behaviour to be defining moments from our games because my teammates really put their all into every single one of their games, especially tonight's, and I don't want to create any personal animosity with the girls on the Marquette team, as I have a lot of respect for them."
Your diplomatic and cordial answer had appeased majority of the reporters, along with Geno and the team publicist in the back corner of the room. Except for one nosy reporter who seemed unhappy with your tactful response and was practically feining for drama.
âThis one is for y/n, but with the events of today, you mentioned that you try to keep all personal feelings off the court. Is that an implication of some external underlying tension or problems between you and number (BLANK), as the two of you got quite physical today?â
What the fuck? Now they really were trying to start something between the two of you that never existed in the first place.
âNo not at all. I have no connection with number (BLANK) off the court and donât even personally know her. As I mentioned before, I have nothing but respect for the girls at Marquette and there are no hard feelings on my end. You know, basketball is a physical contact game and that just means that there a few rough moments here and there, itâs just part of the game.â
If they ask any more stupid questions about you and the Marquette girl you were actually gonna lose your mind. Especially if they somehow tie in the fact that you like girls with the fight.
Which, thankfully, they ended up dropping the fight for the rest of the interview, and you and the others were finally allowed to go out and celebrate New Year's Eve the way they had originally planned to.
The whole team, and Kayla of course, was prepared to celebrate at your favorite local bar, Ted's. All of the girls who were taken were bringing their partners along and those of you who were single were all ready to hunt someone down for a drunken kiss at midnight. Except you.
You were far too down bad for Paige to even fathom kissing someone else at the moment, especially not while going out with her and the rest of the team, who all knew about your ginormous crush on Paige.
Nonetheless, you still did your best to get ready quickly, wearing your baggiest pair of low-rise cargo pants and a very cropped white halter tank top in an attempt to cheer yourself up from the fact you wouldn't have a New Year's kiss this year, again.
But by the time you were throwing back shots at the bar like they were water, you couldn't find it in you to care about how single you were. It was common knowledge that you weren't the best at holding your liquor, as the team often made fun of your ability to get drunk off of two to three shots, which is exactly the position you found yourself in.
Until, of course, "guardian angel Paige" decided she needed to intervene in your drinkfest, walking up to your barstool and effectively cutting you off by having the bartender replace your drink with a regular shirley temple just before midnight so that she, or any of your other friends, wouldn't have to deal with you throwing up at four in the morning.
"You gotta go easy on the shots y/n/n, you're gonna hate yourself in the morning if you keep drowning your liver in alcohol."
"Funny, coming from Storrs's resident party girl, Miss Madison," you teased. There were only about twenty minutes left until bar's tv would depict the ball dropping in New York, and the disparity of your situation had begun to sink in.
Not only would you be suffering through another New Year's with no midnight kiss, but you had no relationships since last year or even a single talking stage, no potential relationship prospects for the future, and worst of all, no Paige.
"Yeah well, at least I can hold my drinks. You, on the other hand, are the most lightweight out of all of us. Besides, what happened to your little New Years tradition, the whole eating the grapes thing to find the love of your life or whatever?"
You went off on a little drunken tangent at this, complaining that it was completely ineffective, but also, the fact that it made you look stupid in front of the entire team when absolutely nothing came out of it.
"I mean it's so dumb. I don't get why my love life is so barren, like actually non-existent, it's not like I'm super unattractive or anything like that. Right? But like, I don't even have a midnight kiss this year, again," you grumbled to Paige, unaware of the way she was staring at your lips for the second time today, mesmerized by their movements.
"You are most definitely not unattractive. You're like one of the most attractive people I know. Besides, it's not like I'm kissing anyone this year," Paige reassured you, and somehow, your drunk brain simply did not process the way she had flusteredly complimented you.
"Yeah but you're Paige Bueckers," you emphasized, "you could kiss anyone in this bar if you wanted. Men and women, single and taken, would literally form a line two blocks down if you even mentioned wanting to kiss someone," you gazed up at Paige from your leaned position against the bartop, watching as the gears turned behind her eyes.
"Anyone in the bar? Like, anyone at all?" She asked you curiously, a small smirk graced her features as she peered down at you.
"Yeah probably, but there's only like two minutes left or something, so you should pick someone soon."
"Oh I already have someone picked out, I just don't know if they would kiss me back."
"Oh?" You felt your stomach drop at her statement, and you couldn't stop the jealousy from coursing through your veins if your life had depended on it. But Paige's unwavering gaze never left your face, and you could feel your cheeks flush at the way she was intently looking at you.
"Quite the staring problem tonight P?"
"Well it's pretty hard to not stare at the prettiest girl in the room," she flirted, scooting closer to you, effectively closing some of the distance between you two.
"I-, what?" You stuttered, taken back by Paige's actions.
"How many hints does I have to drop before you finally start picking up on them? I want to kiss you y/n, I want you."
The ten-second countdown had begun as Paige confessed to you, and you were left gawking at Paige's face, your heart threatening to give out from how fast it was beating.
"FIVE, FOUR,"
You yanked on Paige's belt loop, pulling her flush against your body as your eyes focused in on her lips.
"THREE, TWO, ONE, HAPPY NEW YEAR'S!""
Your right hand reached up to grab Paige's jaw at the end of the countdown, pulling her lips firmly down onto yours. The bar's loud chants barely registered to you as you lost yourself in the intoxication of Paige's lips. Your tongue glided across her lip as your mouths moved in unison, causing her to groan into you. You took it as an invitation to slip your tongue into her mouth, the kiss deepening with unrestrained passion.
Your built-up need for each other was apparent as you made out, sending shivers down your spine at the pressure of her mouth against yours. It felt as if she was the oxygen you needed to breathe, and now that you had her, there was no way you could let her go now.
***The next morning: New Year's Day***
Your eyes fluttered open with a pounding headache, yet, the utterly familiar weight of a certain pairs of hands around your waist provided a sense of comfort you knew only she could provide.
Paige's soft snores rung out throughout the room, and as you gently reached forward to her nightstand to grab your phone off charging, you realize it was still extremely early in the morning, not even eight a.m.
And yet, your phone was blowing up with notifications from all social media platforms, even your text messages had over a hundred notifications.
Confused, you click on the apps to check what all the fuss was about, quickly realizing what had happened.
The entire interaction between you and Paige at the game was recorded by the cameramen and had instantaneously made it's way all over the internet, only fueling the dating rumors about the two of you.
The comments and posts were going feral at the way Paige was the only one who could calm you down, the way she wrapped her arms around your waist to pull you back, her holding your face ever so delicately, her smacking your butt as you ran back onto the court, and of course, her transparent staring at your lips the entire time you were an inch apart from her.
"What are you looking at baby," Paige sleepily mumbled into your neck, tightening her grip around your waist to pull you further into her, slinging her right leg over your waist.
You put your phone down and turned in her hold, wrapping your arms around her body as you peered down at Paige's sleepy face, admiring how beautiful she always looked.
"Your fans are going crazy about how obviously down bad you are for me P," you teased, running your foot up and down her calf as Paige pressed her face into your chest to absorb your body heat.
"Let them, just go back to sleep with me for a little bit longer."
And of course, how could you ever say no when your girlfriend was asking you so sweetly?

a/n: thank you for reading all the way through, and i'm so sorry if the ending is kinda rushed, i just wanted to finally get another fic out đ€
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some gays hate paige lmao
nah she just jealous i like her
#she told me last night that she's a basketball player and i shouldn't be watching paige's highlights but hers#okay but can u make a buzzer beater against marquette in the big east semi finals#gabi's anons đ
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natisha hiedeman is killing it in unrivaled such a great addition to the phantom
#natisha hiedeman#phantom bc#unrivaled#live game posting#unrivaled basketball#minnesota lynx#marquette wbb#womenâs basketball#3x3 basketball#womenâs 3x3 basketball#wbb
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WHERE IS YOUR BUFFALO GOD NOW???
#college basketball#ncaa tournament#colorado buffaloes#marquette#march sadness#march madness#sad fans
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NCAA Tournament Bracket Watch 2025: Teams with the most and least to gain this week
(Editorâs note: This article is part of the Bracket Central series, an inside look at the run-up to the menâs & womenâs NCAA Tournaments, along with analysis and picks during the tournaments.) Drakeâs in, so we can dispense with the arguments about whether Ben McCollumâs Bulldogs would have made the field of 68 without winning the Missouri Valley tourney (they probably wouldnât have), saveâŠ
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#18 Marquette Defeats DePaul to Keep Pace in Big East
The Marquette Golden Eagles (19-6, 10-4 Big East) took care of business against the DePaul Blue Demons (11-14, 2-12 Big East) 68-58 and remain 2.5 games behind St Johnâs who lead the Big East Conference. Kam Jones led the way dropping 19 points with 6 rebounds and 4 assists along with teammate Stevie Mitchel who dropped 17 points, 7 boards and 2 steals. CJ Gunn had 14 points for the Blue DemonsâŠ
#Basketball#Big East#CJ Gunn#Depaul Blue Demons#Kam Jones#Marquette#Marquette Golden Eagles#Milwaukee#NCAA#Stevie Mitchel#Wisconsin
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Trash-Talking the 2024 NCAA Tournament "Sweet Sixteen"
Now that we are past the first and heading head-long into the second weekend of the NCAA Basketball Tournament, some of you may be happy with your bracket, and some are lamenting the fact their brackets are so much smoldering wreckage. That would be meâŠKentucky and Baylor on Monday Night? What the fuck was I thinking? Iâm blaming low blood sugar. Excuses aside, and no matter which side of theâŠ

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Marquette Golden Eagles Surge to Victory Against Villanova Wildcats
#Marquette Golden Eagles#Marquette#Golden Eagles#Villanova Wildcats#Golden Eagles vs Villanova Wildcats#nba basketball#nba highlights#nba all star#nba season
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Happy National Marquette Day!
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Long-range shooting propels No. 21 Marquette to 82-52 win over Providence
Marquette is at Georgetown Saturday.
MILWAUKEE (AP) â Ben Gold scored a career-high 17 points to help No. 21 Marquette beat Providence 82-52 on Tuesday night. Kam Jones had 17 points and seven assists for Marquette (21-7, 12-5 Big East), which set a season high with 41 3-point attempts, making 17. Stevie Mitchell added 14 points. Providence (12-16, 6-11) lost for the sixth time in seven games. Jayden Pierre scored 13 points forâŠ
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Chapter 10: Under Pressure



Rating: General Audiences
Warning: none
Paring: Paige Bueckers x !photographer fem reader
Fandom: Women's basketball
Summary: don't piss Paige off...she becomes a beast
Welcome to the chapter 10 of Through The Lens. I hope you all enjoy and there is more to come...stay tuned my loveies!! đđđž
Y/Nâs POV
The whirlwind of paige and I being in a private to public eye relationship, my final project, and rumors building up. It was hard but we'd managed to keep it together, now at out next away game the pressure was buliding up.
The stsdium where the Marquette vs Uconn game was held was loudâso loud I could feel the vibrations in my chest as the Marquette fans cheered on their team. I stood courtside, camera poised and ready, capturing KK as she lined up for a three-point shot. She released the ball, and I clicked the shutter at the perfect moment, already picturing how the shot would look when edited.
âWhyâs she even here? She doesnât belong with them!â
I stiffened as the words cut through the crowd noise.
âSheâs just a leech! Following Paige like a lost puppy!â
"Yeah, she's such a clingy bitch!"
My hands tightened around my camera, my heart sinking as the cruel words continued. I glanced over my shoulder, spotting a group of fans pointing at me, their laughter grating against my ears.
It wasnât the first time Iâd heard something like this, but today, it hit differently.
âY/N!â KKâs voice jolted me from my thoughts, and I turned to see her smiling at me, oblivious to the taunts. âDid you get the shot?â
âYeah,â I said quickly, forcing a smile. âItâs perfect.â
But my voice wavered, and I knew she caught it.
Paige did too.
From across the court, I saw her eyes narrow as she glanced in my direction, her jaw clenching when she followed my gaze to the group of fans. She couldnât do anything, thoughânot during the game.
When a timeout was called just before halftime, I couldnât take it anymore. My chest felt tight, my breaths coming shorter with each second. With the overwhelming and over stimulating noises, I quickly slipped through the tunnels, camera clutched to my chest as I found my way to the locker room.
Paigeâs POV
The second-quarter buzzer blared, signaling halftime. I jogged off the court with the team, my mind half on the game and half on Y/N.
âWhereâs Y/N?â KK asked as we entered the locker room, her brows furrowing when she didnât see her.
âIâll find her,â I said quickly, brushing past the team and heading further into the back.
I found her in the corner, sitting on the floor with her knees pulled to her chest. Her camera lay beside her, forgotten. Her hands trembled as she tried to catch her breath, and the sight of her like this broke something inside me.
âY/N, baby,â I said softly, crouching down in front of her.
She looked up, tears brimming in her eyes. âPaige⊠I-I couldnâtââ
âHey, hey, hey, itâs okay,â I interrupted, taking her hands in mine. âYouâre okay. Just breathe with me, okay?â
I inhaled deeply, holding it for a moment before exhaling slowly. She mimicked my breathing, her trembling gradually subsiding.
âThey called me a leech,â she whispered, her voice cracking. âSaid I didnât belong here, even called me a clingy bitch.â
My blood boiled, but I pushed the anger aside for now. Y/N needed me to be present. âListen to me,â I said firmly, cupping her face. âYou belong here. Donât let anyone tell you otherwise. Those people donât know you, and they sure as hell donât know how incredible you are. You're my photographer extraordinaire, definitely not a bitch.â
She sniffled, a small smile tugging at her lips. âThanks, P.â
âAlways,â I said, pulling her into a tight hug. âNow, letâs get through this game, okay? Iâll handle the rest.â
Y/Nâs POV
I stayed in the locker room gathering myself, Paige went back out with the team. My chest still felt heavy, but her words lingered in my mind, grounding me.
I could hear the game from the hallway, the crowd roaring as the second half began. Paige was on fire. She moved across the court with a ferocity I hadnât seen before, sinking shots with ease and making impossible passes.
By the time the fourth quarter rolled around, the score was neck and neck.
Paigeâs POV
I had one chance to end this. With .8 seconds left on the clock and the score tied at 87, Azzi passed me the ball just outside the arc. The crowd roared as I squared up and released the shot.
Swish.
The buzzer sounded, and the scoreboard lit up: 90-87. We won.
The team rushed the court, and I found myself in the middle of a celebratory huddle. But my eyes searched the sidelines for one person.
The reporter smiled as she held the mic out to me. âPaige, you dominated the second half. What sparked that performance?â
I still thinking of an answer opened my mouth, but Azzi leaned forward to the mic, her arm slinging around my shoulders. âLetâs just say Paige had determination, and adrenaline in her.â
The team erupted in laughter, knowing the truth was cause of y/n and I couldnât help but smile slightly, even as I felt my cheeks heat up.
Once back in the locker room the team was buzzing with energy as we filed into the locker room. Y/N was sitting on one of the benches, her camera back in her hands. She looked up as I approached, a shy smile on her lips.
âNice shot, superstarâ she said softly.
âThanks, maâ I replied, sitting beside her. âYou okay?â
She nodded, leaning her head against my shoulder. âYeah. Thanks to you.â
I wrapped an arm around her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. âAlways.â
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-Thank You For Reading!đ©”đ©¶
-prettygirl-gabiđâšïž
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Rick Majerus

Physique: Heavyset Build Height: 6'1"
Richard Raymond Majerus (February 17, 1948 â December 1, 2012; aged 64) was an American basketball coach and TV analyst. He coached at Marquette University (1983â1986), Ball State University (1987â1989), the University of Utah (1989â2004), and Saint Louis University (2007â2012). Majerus's most successful season came at Utah in the 1997â98 season, when the Utes finished as runners-up in the 1998 NCAA Division I men's basketball tournament. Majerus was inducted into the College Basketball Hall of Fame in 2019.





Majerus was a fan favorite and cult figure around college basketball, known for his portly, rotund figure and his quirky, jovial personality. The portly coach was unabashed in his love of food, always quick with a restaurant recommendation for whatever town his teams were playing in. He enjoyed bratwurst, a sausage popular in his native Wisconsin which is fitting as I would have loved to feed him my love sausage.



Born in Sheboygan, Wis., Majerus graduated from Marquette University High School in 1967, attending Marquette University. After graduating from Marquette in 1970 with a bachelor's degree in history, Majerus was hired by McGuire as a full-time assistant in 1971. After three years as head coach at Marquette, he became an assistant coach with the Milwaukee Bucks for the 1986â87 season. After a stint at Ball State University for two seasons, Majerus accepted the position at Utah in 1989, leading the "Runnin Utes" to a 1996 sweet 16. Majerus worked as a game and studio analyst for ESPN from 2004 to 2007 before accepting the head coaching position at Saint Louis University.





Majerus, married once for two years in the mid-1980s, childless and dated the same woman the last 25 years of his life, famously lived in a Marriott hotel near the University of Utah campus; everyone knew where to find him. Majerus has been in a state of health risk for many years before dying of heart failure in a Los Angeles hospital on December 1, 2012. From what I can tell, he was a jovial, crude, basketball-obsessed coach who had nice tits, packing something big and didnât mind being nude around people. Sounds like my type of guy.

Head Coaching Record Overall: 517â215 Tournaments: 19â12 (NCAA Division I) 8â4 (NIT) 3â1 (CBI)
Accomplishments and Honors Championships NCAA RegionalâFinal Four (1998) MAC regular season (1989) MAC tournament (1989) 6 WAC regular season (1991, 1993, 1995â1997, 1999) 3 WAC tournament (1995, 1997, 1999) 2 MWC regular season (2000, 2003)
Awards 5Ă WAC Coach of the Year (1991, 1993, 1995, 1997, 1999) MAC Coach of the Year (1989)
College Basketball Hall of Fame Inducted in 2019
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