UConn in the Bahamas, Day 4: Champion crowned, walking right is wrong

South Carolina celebrates the Battle 4 Atlantis title after beating UConn Monday.

South Carolina celebrates the Battle 4 Atlantis title after beating UConn Monday.

Battle 4 Atlantis / Contributed photo

Here in Bahamas, they drive on the left.

Which means, here in the Bahamas, they also tend to walk on the left.

And all us dopey Americans — the one typing this postcard, anyway — have a little trouble conforming.

Several times this week I’ve been walking the endless hallways of Atlantis, on the right, only to come feet to feet and chest to chest with someone moving in the opposite direction. A little shuffle and an, “Excuse me,” or, “Oops, sorry.”

Whatever. It’s chaos here, Vegas transplanted. Hooting and hollering around the roulette wheels, bells and whistles of slots. The casino is hopping at night. Doug Feinberg, the terrific Associated Press basketball writer, won a couple hundred bucks on a slot machine the other night. Maybe that’s why AP pushed back the voting and release of the women’s poll. He was off gallivanting and spending. There’s a Rolex shop here, by the way.

No, of course not. The poll was pushed to accommodate Monday’s Battle 4 Atlantis championship game between No. 1 South Carolina and No. 2 UConn. Having lost, UConn is likely to wind up No. 2 or No. 3 in that poll when it is released Tuesday, perhaps settling in behind South Carolina and Maryland.

Anyway, I’m learning the words to Bahamas national anthem, performed beautifully before each game. “Lift up your head to the rising sun ...”

We’re about to transition. The women’s tournament is over. UConn got a lot out of it. So did South Carolina. They’ll meet again in January, and perhaps in April with everything on the line.

Men’s teams began arriving Monday, with play beginning Wednesday. For some reason, UConn freshman forward Samson Johnson and director of operations Eric Youncofski arrived several hours ahead of the team and attended the women’s game.

I bumped into Lindsay Whalen today. Not literally. I was walking on the right of the hallway, but so was she. “Yo, man!!” she yelled and approached. Whalen and I go back to 2004, when she was a 22-year-old Connecticut Sun rookie. Now he’s 39, a legend for her accomplishments as a player and in her fourth year as coach at Minnesota.

As I type this, South Florida sports information director Mike Hogan is sitting across from me with a platter of chicken fingers and potato salad that looks delicious. So I’m done here. I’m starving. Goodbye for now.

mike.anthony@hearstmediact.com; @ManthonyHearst