Amelia admits she has no idea... <> (perhaps she has visited Colordo since 1-1-14?)
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@GopherBBallFan: @AmeliaRayno #aMAILiaBAG Why does the student section call Elliott "Goose?"
I'm glad you asked.
One early morning, not so long ago, Elliott Eliason and Maverick Ahanmisi were heading to Williams Arena to take some early free-throw practice. It was an especially tundra-like morning, as anyone currently living in Minnesota can easily imagine, and Eliason shivered, and then gasped as he walked through the Barn doors. Was the heat off? Or had the chill simply permanently entered his bones? Before Maverick could respond to all of these pressing life questions (and inform him that yes, the heat seemed to be broken), Eliason's momentary pondering was interrupted by a loud yet pathetic squawking noise. "What is that?" Maverick wondered, but when he turned around to look at Eliason, the big man was already gone, having sprinting up the arena stands and into the rafters, where the noise seemed to be originating.
Behold, it was a sullied goose, its little webbed feet frozen to one of Williams Arena's roof supports. What an unfortunate twist for the poor goose, who had been seeking warmth in the first place.
With impressive footwork and the same aggressiveness Eliason had shown many times in playing rim protector on the floor below, the Nebraska native leapt off his feet and pried the goose off the pillar, taking three stairs at a time on his way back down to where Maverick awaited.
"Talk to me Goose, talk to me Goose," Maverick whispered as the unlikely pair arrived. The goose did, squawking his thanks. Eliason mimicked him as he proudly held the goose aloft, forever connected in spirit and now in name.
**None of the above has any truth to it whatsoever. I have no idea why Eliason is called "Goose."
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http://www.startribune.com/sports/blogs/Gold_in_the_Barn.html
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@GopherBBallFan: @AmeliaRayno #aMAILiaBAG Why does the student section call Elliott "Goose?"
I'm glad you asked.
One early morning, not so long ago, Elliott Eliason and Maverick Ahanmisi were heading to Williams Arena to take some early free-throw practice. It was an especially tundra-like morning, as anyone currently living in Minnesota can easily imagine, and Eliason shivered, and then gasped as he walked through the Barn doors. Was the heat off? Or had the chill simply permanently entered his bones? Before Maverick could respond to all of these pressing life questions (and inform him that yes, the heat seemed to be broken), Eliason's momentary pondering was interrupted by a loud yet pathetic squawking noise. "What is that?" Maverick wondered, but when he turned around to look at Eliason, the big man was already gone, having sprinting up the arena stands and into the rafters, where the noise seemed to be originating.
Behold, it was a sullied goose, its little webbed feet frozen to one of Williams Arena's roof supports. What an unfortunate twist for the poor goose, who had been seeking warmth in the first place.
With impressive footwork and the same aggressiveness Eliason had shown many times in playing rim protector on the floor below, the Nebraska native leapt off his feet and pried the goose off the pillar, taking three stairs at a time on his way back down to where Maverick awaited.
"Talk to me Goose, talk to me Goose," Maverick whispered as the unlikely pair arrived. The goose did, squawking his thanks. Eliason mimicked him as he proudly held the goose aloft, forever connected in spirit and now in name.
**None of the above has any truth to it whatsoever. I have no idea why Eliason is called "Goose."
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http://www.startribune.com/sports/blogs/Gold_in_the_Barn.html
