At one point, the Bearcats were up 16-2. It should have been an insurmountable 25-2. At least. The Longhorns went over ten minutes without a tally in the first half.
Mick Cronin’s guys might hold on. I hope so. They’re a conference companion of U of L, you know. But they might have closed this deal early on, had they been more on their game.
This kind of game happens all the time in the tournament. It’s the pressure. Unless you put the pedal to the metal, a comeback is usually gonna come.
One of the philosophies I’ve always loved of Rick Pitino’s is his belief that you ratchet up the speed of your game in the Dance. Because most teams slow it down. Either by design. Or because of nerves.
2:24 pm. Cincy held on by 6. They’ve could have avoided a lot of shpilkes, had they been a little tougher at the outset.
2:28 pm. Speaking of shpiles (Yiddish for ants in your pants.), North Carolina State suffered the worst sort on Selection Sunday. While not the last team in the tournament, the Wolfpack were the last team named for the field on the TV selection show.
Never fun. Especially for a bubble school.
But the #11 seed is proving itself worthy of inclusion. They’re up 9 on San Diego State with about 5:00 to play.
Upset? Maybe. Maybe not.
I’ve got a theory. Seeds #5 – #12 are always a crap shoot. Never much difference between those squads for the most part. So you never know what you’re going to get when two schools in that range, without common opponents from different parts of the country, match up.
Last year, when Mike Gottfried announced he was putting down his microphone to take another seat on the bench, I thought he was an idiot. Shows what I know.
Wolfpack win 79-65.
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My bride just called. She’s out doing errands.
I told her about the Cincy game.
Then she asked, “How many more games today?”
“Well, another one is about to end. (NC State over San Diego State.) And there are 16 today. So, you do the math.”
“I’ll see you later.” Much later, I imagine. So, it’s just me, the clicker, my computer and my severely disinterested beagle Abbey.
And, mo’ later, my fellow hoopaholics.
– Seedy K