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Rose Bloogggg!
What happens after bad hoops exposure?
Is Tyler Hansborough the new Fred Brown? Or does that title go to UCLA guard Darren Collison, whose game was butt-naked exposed on Saturday by the sublime Derek Rose?
Listen: No kid wants the infamous hoops experience, a la Fred Brown. Let's remember, Brown had a perfectly nice college career when he stepped on the floor against Georgetown in 1982. He woke up one thing, went to bed something else.
Freddy's death, of shine, highlights what's most potent in college hoops. These kids put their shit on the line, yo. A Final Four washout is one's permanent record, way worse than when you threw that dissected frog carcass across the seventh-grade cafeteria. It sucks to be among the final four losers. Unless you're Luc Richard Mbah a Moute, the world of redemption seekers is limited to just a handful of coaches.
Yet the unpaid college ballers still wanna take that shot. Exhibitionists all, hubris has them craving to be seen putting all they've got on the line. Some pull off the mission. Some do not.
For a chance at a championship, the kids risk their reputations. Knowingly or not.
So, who do I have winning on Monday night? Memphis resembles a champion. (I forget which one.) That team made everything it could out of the Tennessee loss, treating the relaxed media attention that resulted like a license to bask in its own greatness. John Calipari deserves accolades as one of the college game's underrated coaches. (Not for this job though. It would take forcing Bob Knight onto the Tigers to undo their athletic genius.)
Listen: No kid wants the infamous hoops experience, a la Fred Brown. Let's remember, Brown had a perfectly nice college career when he stepped on the floor against Georgetown in 1982. He woke up one thing, went to bed something else.
Freddy's death, of shine, highlights what's most potent in college hoops. These kids put their shit on the line, yo. A Final Four washout is one's permanent record, way worse than when you threw that dissected frog carcass across the seventh-grade cafeteria. It sucks to be among the final four losers. Unless you're Luc Richard Mbah a Moute, the world of redemption seekers is limited to just a handful of coaches.
Yet the unpaid college ballers still wanna take that shot. Exhibitionists all, hubris has them craving to be seen putting all they've got on the line. Some pull off the mission. Some do not.
For a chance at a championship, the kids risk their reputations. Knowingly or not.
So, who do I have winning on Monday night? Memphis resembles a champion. (I forget which one.) That team made everything it could out of the Tennessee loss, treating the relaxed media attention that resulted like a license to bask in its own greatness. John Calipari deserves accolades as one of the college game's underrated coaches. (Not for this job though. It would take forcing Bob Knight onto the Tigers to undo their athletic genius.)
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