We are getting married in a church and will have a private reception to follow there also. Our colors are hot pink, dark pink, Grey, and Navy as an accent. We dont really have a theme in mind because i cant come up with one. The bridesmaids are wearing Grey knee length bubble shirt dresses with hot pink heels. I dont really know what the guys need to wear, i was thinking navy suits but i dont know if thats a good idea or not. I would love for my 2 flower girls to wear hot pink dresses but i havent found any. The only decor we are planning is a variety of pink flowers. My fiancee wants a New York Yankees baseball grooms cake. The wedding cake is going to be ivory three layer with pink ribbon design on it.We are having fingerfoods at the reception and a band. the chairs that we are using are a light blue color and i dont know what to do to change them. I need some ideas on the decor and the suits and anything else you would like to comment about. Thanks for your help!
Your color choices are very fashion forward...and might not be understood or liked by everyone, but it sounds like you've already got some good ideas on how to spread the colors out so they make sense. I think the groomsmen should wear the dark blue, and then they could wear a pink tie or a pink handkerchief tucked into their jacket pockets. Instead of pink for the flower girls why not try the gray color with a hot pink sash around their wastes or hot pink trim around the bottom of the skirt?
As for the decor...try gray table cloths with a dark blue table runner down the middle and the pink flowers in clear vases on top of them. For the head table, if you're having a head table you could reverse the colors, or just use the dark blue fabric and "drape" it so that it's very prevalent...then use the pink flowers wherever you attach the fabric to the table so that you get that bright pop of color.
You could also dress up the chairs by using dark blue fabric (or very thick ribbon) tied around the chair with a bow at the back...then you could add the pink flowers where the bow is, or in place of the bow so that's what you'll see on the back of each chair.
Also, just a thought, but instead of using gray you could substitute silver in its place in some cases. It will still keep the feel of the Yankees colors there, but dress it up a little bit.
Boring and commercialized beyond belief. The fact that our own Phoenix Suns have been eliminated because they couldn't play defense...
Well, they all should have learned from the Phoenix Indian School Braves.
At the property that is now Indian School Steele Park, northeast of the intersection of east Indian School Road and north Central Avenue, was the Phoenix Indian School.
Now I know the name of the park is the Steele Indian School Park, but to those of us who were once part of the Phoenix Indian School, it is, we think, Stolen Indian School Park but that's a whole different story.
The property of the Phoenix Indian School was once much larger than the 75 acres sold off by the federal government another promise broken to Indian people, of course, to private commercial interests with the proviso that they remand a certain portion of the land sale for a public park.
But this is about the Phoenix Indian School Braves, and not politics.
(Now, for those who are recoiling in horror that I use here the name Braves because the name is not now politically correct, I dee-double dare you to walk up to an old graduate of the Indian School and tell them that the name Braves is, these days, an impolite pejorative, and should not be a part of the contemporary vocabulary. I suspect you will come away, at least, with a moderate-to-devastating bawling out, or, at the most, a punch in the nose.)
Because the Braves were our team. Oh, now I know I didn't attend the school. But Dad was an employee of the school, at various times, the head basketball coach, sponsor of the Indian Club and teacher, and most recently, the librarian.
But I was a campus brat, the child of Indian School employees who lived on campus. We participated at the periphery of student life and smack-dab in the middle of faculty and staff life.
We the students, the faculty, staff and brats were the supporters, athletic (You've heard the joke) and otherwise of the teams. Our teams.
Now our football team after the 1930's and 40's weren't so much to brag about. Before then, we were a power to be reckoned with. We played much teams from much bigger schools including the Phoenix Union Coyotes, the Tempe Normal Bulldogs (which later became Arizona State College at Tempe, and still later, Arizona State Univerity of VOTE YES ON 200 fame.)
Our Braves once also called the Redskins regularly beat these teams. One story told by the late M.R. Bill Hagerty, history teacher at Phoenix North High, was that, one year in the Thanksgiving game, the Phoenix Union team was sweeping the end, the ball being carried by a large boy who later became a judge in our state. One of our boys, whose name is now unremembered, was throwing aside their choice of designations, now our blockers and interference men, until he came to the ball carrier. Our lineman reached over and picked up the ball carrier and simply stood there with him, holding him like the back was a baby, until one of the officials decided to end the play.
Do you remember that, Your Honor? Mr. Hagerty asked.
How could you forget? the judge, smiling, said.
But, then the Arizona Interscholastic Association came up with a plan and a deadly device that affected all Arizona high schools, but probably the Indian school more than the others.
This dirty little device was called the birth certificate.
It may have been okay with the Lord for 20 and 30 -year-old guys to play high school football, but apparently not with the AIA.
So, afterward, our football teams were regularly beaten by other schools, but not our basketball teams.
Ah, yes. Our basketball teams.
They were the run-and-shoot Braves decades before the NBA caught the concept.
Our game would have made Hank Iba and ol' Coach Wooden run screaming in terror into the night.
The names of the run 'n' shooters are legendary among Indian School old timers: Chico and Edison Johnson and Arnold Bilagody and Roy Calnimptewa and . . . and Joel Querta . . . and . . . and . . . so many others.
Especially in the years of Coach Joe-Joe Famulette. Our tactics were simple: Run and shoot the ball, steal and shoot the ball, run and shoot the ball, steal and shoot the ball.
Our strategy was similar: Run and shoot the ball, steal and shoot the ball. Call a quick time out, run back on the floor before the other team. Run and shoot the ball.
Get the idea?
In these days of so-called power players, our guys could've run Kobe Bryant and his expensive shoes into the floor. He would have to call a lot shoestring-tying time outs. And maybe our Phoenix Suns would beat them soundly, but the Braves would have had their fun. Our Dan Majerle would be able to keep up with them, but I have to wonder about the rest of them.
In the days before they built the new gym, attending a Phoenix Indian School home game could a dangerous but always an exhilarating experience. The gym was an old WPA project, put together from concrete, block and mortar and cold water in the showers. The seats were painted planks set atop about 12 tiers of concrete set around the interior of the gym.
After World War II, the gym was painted the same battleship gray of the fleet, leading to speculation that the school got a special deal on the surplus after the Navy finished painting the Missouri and the Hornet and the Midway.
A former sports writer for our local rag, Jim Dobkins, once noted the floor was so small, and the space so tiny between the court lines and the first row of spectators, that you might accidentally find yourself in the game if things got wild.
Well, there are those who I am certain believe I speak in hyperbole.
But in my mind, when I dream, the perfect basketball game takes place in a battleship gray gymnasium where the roar of the crowd bounces off block walls and steel rafters and the Braves are the good guys.
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