Indiana University Athletics
#IUWBB Fresh Folk Blog - Sept. 2, 2015
9/2/2015 12:00:00 PM | Women's Basketball
Previous posts: July 14, 2015 | June 24, 2015 | May 13, 2015 | April 16, 2015 | April 2, 2015
Nicname Key:
B and/or Beez = Amanda Cahill
JJ = Jess Walter
TT = Tyra Buss
Below is an installment of a blog originally developed and written by Indiana women's basketball playersTyra Buss, Amanda Cahill and Jess Walter. This post and future posts will be entirely written by these three players. Nothing has changed from the original Fresh Folk Blog except the platform. Enjoy!
Since you've last heard from us, JJ has become the proud owner of a Jeep Wrangler Sport. So naturally, that means The Folk were instant mudding professionals. On the first Saturday with the new wheels, we decided to spontaneously venture to Red Bird Trails to go mudding around 5 p.m. For those of you who don't know our destination, it was approximately an hour and fifteen away from Bloom.
6 p.m. – The Folk arrives at the entrance to the park. Thinking we would have to pay ten dollars at the gate, we were pleasantly surprised when there wasn't a DNR officer in sight. Warning sign number one. Perhaps, instead of thinking we were saving ten bucks, we should have been concerned that there was no one to call if we got stuck in the mud. But ohhhhhhh no. The Folk was not to be deterred. And thus began the craziest ride of our life. Careening around on narrow trails, getting stuck half way up hills and having to switch gears after a quick off road conference call with Siri, we came to the ultimate challenge.
6:30 p.m. – Seeing as how the park closed at 7, it was nearing time to head back to the gate. As we started to head in that direction… There it was. Calling our names. Beez had been trying to get JJ to launch the Jeep down the steepest hills we were coming across. And this was the prime candidate. JJ, feeling a little too confident, took the bait. TT, documenting it all on video, captured the whole scene. B shouting at JJ to gun it. JJ listening, apparently thinking B was the mudding voice of reason. TT screaming "TURN BACK"… but it was too late. The valley at the bottom of the hill, before the oh so steep incline to safety, was filled with the unknown. After coming to a complete halt, we discovered what looked like a gnarly puddle was in fact about two feet of water covering a foot and a half of mud. The jeep had been beat. Standing on the two passenger side tires only, we were in a pickle.
7:15 p.m. – After calling everyone we knew in near hysterics, we decided the best bet would be to call Triple A Road Side Assistance. Why? Were we stuck on a highway? Was it a flat tire? Were we out of gas? Looking back, we are not a hundred percent on what we thought they would be able to do to help…
8:30 p.m. – Still stuck. Still waiting for Triple A. With TT at the wheel, JJ and B tried to push the Jeep to freedom. But liberation was not in store. Instead, we got a heavy dose of brown goo covering our bodies. At this point, the bugs were eating us alive. Mainly B, with her self-proclaimed "sweet blood." The Folk decided to abandon the Jeep and make moves towards finding the nearest road. Laying down a trail of stick arrows pointing the way back to the scene of the crime, The Folk set out.
9:15 p.m. – Road found. Bare footed, covered in mud, and clearly in distress, the three of us decided to try to walk back to town. Thankfully, two ladies came to our rescue. The driver, Terri Heaton, was probably the most clutch person to scoop us. She happened to be married to the one and only, critically acclaimed, Dugger Dave. *Note: The Folk were now in a completely different town, 15 minutes by car away from where they had started.* Dave was the town Marshall, and he just so happened to have grown up paving the paths for the State Park Trails before it was an actual thing.
10 p.m. – Dugger Dave began mowing down baby trees, forging his own path, and leaping into the lead for the most epic human being to ever walk the streets of Southern Indiana, as we made the journey back to the jeep. He tried to wiggle it out, but with no success.
11 p.m. – The Folk arrives back at the house, and Terri leads us straight to the bath. We call our true pals, Tegray Scales and Zeke Walker from IUFB, and they set out to get us. During the next hour, we sip on sweet tea and get acquainted with the history of Dugger.
12:15 a.m. – We are headed back to Bloom.
8 a.m. – We hit the road in B's car to go back for the jeep. Top down, and completely vulnerable, we hope to find the jeep intact and as dry as possible.
9:15 a.m. – Reunited with Dave.
10 a.m. – The process begins. Using a winch system, Dave works his magic and resurrects the jeep.
10:20 a.m. – Driving the jeep to safety, and forever thanking Dave and Terri for their help.
12 p.m. – Pulling into Rhe Folk residence, completely exhausted, but feeling more alive than ever.
We dedicate this tale to Dave and Terri Heaton, the GOATS (greatest of all time).
Til next time, love y'all long time
~The Fresh Folk
Nicname Key:
B and/or Beez = Amanda Cahill
JJ = Jess Walter
TT = Tyra Buss
Below is an installment of a blog originally developed and written by Indiana women's basketball playersTyra Buss, Amanda Cahill and Jess Walter. This post and future posts will be entirely written by these three players. Nothing has changed from the original Fresh Folk Blog except the platform. Enjoy!
Since you've last heard from us, JJ has become the proud owner of a Jeep Wrangler Sport. So naturally, that means The Folk were instant mudding professionals. On the first Saturday with the new wheels, we decided to spontaneously venture to Red Bird Trails to go mudding around 5 p.m. For those of you who don't know our destination, it was approximately an hour and fifteen away from Bloom.
6 p.m. – The Folk arrives at the entrance to the park. Thinking we would have to pay ten dollars at the gate, we were pleasantly surprised when there wasn't a DNR officer in sight. Warning sign number one. Perhaps, instead of thinking we were saving ten bucks, we should have been concerned that there was no one to call if we got stuck in the mud. But ohhhhhhh no. The Folk was not to be deterred. And thus began the craziest ride of our life. Careening around on narrow trails, getting stuck half way up hills and having to switch gears after a quick off road conference call with Siri, we came to the ultimate challenge.
6:30 p.m. – Seeing as how the park closed at 7, it was nearing time to head back to the gate. As we started to head in that direction… There it was. Calling our names. Beez had been trying to get JJ to launch the Jeep down the steepest hills we were coming across. And this was the prime candidate. JJ, feeling a little too confident, took the bait. TT, documenting it all on video, captured the whole scene. B shouting at JJ to gun it. JJ listening, apparently thinking B was the mudding voice of reason. TT screaming "TURN BACK"… but it was too late. The valley at the bottom of the hill, before the oh so steep incline to safety, was filled with the unknown. After coming to a complete halt, we discovered what looked like a gnarly puddle was in fact about two feet of water covering a foot and a half of mud. The jeep had been beat. Standing on the two passenger side tires only, we were in a pickle.
7:15 p.m. – After calling everyone we knew in near hysterics, we decided the best bet would be to call Triple A Road Side Assistance. Why? Were we stuck on a highway? Was it a flat tire? Were we out of gas? Looking back, we are not a hundred percent on what we thought they would be able to do to help…
8:30 p.m. – Still stuck. Still waiting for Triple A. With TT at the wheel, JJ and B tried to push the Jeep to freedom. But liberation was not in store. Instead, we got a heavy dose of brown goo covering our bodies. At this point, the bugs were eating us alive. Mainly B, with her self-proclaimed "sweet blood." The Folk decided to abandon the Jeep and make moves towards finding the nearest road. Laying down a trail of stick arrows pointing the way back to the scene of the crime, The Folk set out.
9:15 p.m. – Road found. Bare footed, covered in mud, and clearly in distress, the three of us decided to try to walk back to town. Thankfully, two ladies came to our rescue. The driver, Terri Heaton, was probably the most clutch person to scoop us. She happened to be married to the one and only, critically acclaimed, Dugger Dave. *Note: The Folk were now in a completely different town, 15 minutes by car away from where they had started.* Dave was the town Marshall, and he just so happened to have grown up paving the paths for the State Park Trails before it was an actual thing.
10 p.m. – Dugger Dave began mowing down baby trees, forging his own path, and leaping into the lead for the most epic human being to ever walk the streets of Southern Indiana, as we made the journey back to the jeep. He tried to wiggle it out, but with no success.
11 p.m. – The Folk arrives back at the house, and Terri leads us straight to the bath. We call our true pals, Tegray Scales and Zeke Walker from IUFB, and they set out to get us. During the next hour, we sip on sweet tea and get acquainted with the history of Dugger.
12:15 a.m. – We are headed back to Bloom.
8 a.m. – We hit the road in B's car to go back for the jeep. Top down, and completely vulnerable, we hope to find the jeep intact and as dry as possible.
9:15 a.m. – Reunited with Dave.
10 a.m. – The process begins. Using a winch system, Dave works his magic and resurrects the jeep.
10:20 a.m. – Driving the jeep to safety, and forever thanking Dave and Terri for their help.
12 p.m. – Pulling into Rhe Folk residence, completely exhausted, but feeling more alive than ever.
We dedicate this tale to Dave and Terri Heaton, the GOATS (greatest of all time).
Til next time, love y'all long time
~The Fresh Folk
Players Mentioned
Forward
/ Women's Basketball
Guard
/ Women's BasketballIUBB Pregame Press Conference
Friday, February 13
IUWBB Postgame at USC
Friday, February 13
IUBB Postgame Press Conference
Tuesday, February 10
Darian DeVries Postgame Press Conference
Tuesday, February 10