Yes, I’ve been away. From here, anyway.
It was that cockamamie ending to the college hoops season that took hold like Swine Flu with an added Ohio Valley crud strain and wouldn’t let go. It was like my fingers couldn’t hit the keyboard, even for the greatest final day at the Masters since, well . . . you imitate your favorite gushing CBS announcer on your own.
UConn. UConn. UConn????? You kiddin’ me. The Huskies lost NINE games in their conference. NINE. Guess it’s a fitting end to a most weird season. Parity’s here. And in the long run, it’s a good thing. It’ll just take some getting used to.
If UK doesn’t win it all next year, the one and done philosophy, which we all figure is not the future but the now and that Coach Cal is the prime mover, will be ovah!
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To purge myself of the malaise I still felt after the inexplicable Butler Bulldog meltdown, I pulled my Spalding Never Flat b-ball off the shelf. (Where it resides in perpetuity next to my Red Auerbach autographed Rawlings.) And I headed down the street to the hoop on the corner in Cherokee next to Triangle Park.
Cold. No warm ups. I took 64 shots, just like Butler. I hit 24. 37.5%.
That’s twice as good as everybody’s darling Bulldogs hit in the title game. Sure, there was no Alex Oriakhi present to alter my shots. On the other hand, I’m 66 years old, and haven’t shot a basketball in at least three years. I have no hops. No range. And my highest scoring game ever was 53 years ago in Biddy Basketball, when I tallied 18.
Which begs the question: What’s worse? Losing in the first round of the NCAA for the second year in a row? Or, losing the title game for the second year in a row, while hitting less than 20% of your shots?
Okay, you don’t really have to answer that. We all know the answer.
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I missed the fundraiser last week for The Healing Place, at which Dickie V was the speaker. He was introduced by Tom Crean. At least according to my pal who was there, the dour IU coach was hilarious while introducing Vitale.
At one point, I’m told, he recognized U of L prexy James Ramsey. Tongue in cheek, he asked Ramsey “why he was paying $7.5 million a year for a basketball coach . . . when that national championship coach across the room (Scott Davenport) would do it for the point five?”
Score one for Crean.
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Though people ask me every day, as if I have some connection within the U of L basketball family, I haven’t the slightest idea who Rick Pitino is going to bring on board as assistants?
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There’s an interesting thread at insidetheville.com, in which the poster essentially asks the other yahoos that regularly post on the board whether they too are tired of the Pitino Drama at U of L?
Of course, the guy was villified.
Well, I’m tired of it.
Little Ricky’s gone. Now he’s back.
Tim Fuller’s here. Now he’s gone.
This is the greatest recruiting class ever. The following spring 80% are gone. So nice, it happened twice. Perhaps thrice.
I’m taking a leave of absence because of an undisclosed medical condition, and don’t know when I’ll return. 72 hours later, physical conditions apparently healed, The Rick is back on the job.
The secrecy around the program.
Running off to Puerto Rico for the summer, when his “best recruiting class ever” is coming to town.
Two first round NCAA losses in a row.
Makes a guy want to skip town. So that’s what I’m going to do next week. Head to New Orleans for 10 days of JazzFest.
– Seedy K