first, let's go back to 2005, first round game v washington at taco bell arena in boise. because washington is a pac-10 team, it was the featured game in this market, and so i settled in with my grass, mescaline, high-powered blotter acid and salt shaker full of cocaine (all right, beer and cherry garcia ice cream) to watch our heroes battle washington.
some battle. more a weber-esque first-half nightmare. washington had two guys that would later make a name for themselves in the nba--brandon roy and nate robinson. they were athletic, quick, explosive and very very good. our kids looked like cows watching trains go by. they go up 18-2 or some ridiculous score, on the way to a 43-26 halftime lead, and c.b.s. cuts out to a more competitive game. i run to my sports bar, but they have no more interest in the game than c.b.s., so i return home and watch the updates in the tiny box in the upper right-hand corner of the screen. gradually, we close the gap; c.b.s. even returns to the game late for a look-in. second half we outscore them 51-45 to make it a decent result, BUT...
the next year, we get back to the dance, and this time, v. nevada, we're all business. see, we've been there. we know we belong because we beat washington the second half. we pounce on nevada right from the get-go, aggressively going down low to strait against fazekas. by halftime, we control the game, and keep control. we win going away.
why?
because our kids had been there before. they knew they belonged. they knew if they played their game, they could win.
so this year. the distractions will be many. the stage will be larger than hornet gym or the stott center. after the weber game, this has already been a legendary season. people will talk for years about the game a.j. had to get us here. but we've got to forget all that. we've got to believe we can play with these guys. we have to attack, just as we did against nevada. we have to make a statement.
we have to play as if we've been there.
some battle. more a weber-esque first-half nightmare. washington had two guys that would later make a name for themselves in the nba--brandon roy and nate robinson. they were athletic, quick, explosive and very very good. our kids looked like cows watching trains go by. they go up 18-2 or some ridiculous score, on the way to a 43-26 halftime lead, and c.b.s. cuts out to a more competitive game. i run to my sports bar, but they have no more interest in the game than c.b.s., so i return home and watch the updates in the tiny box in the upper right-hand corner of the screen. gradually, we close the gap; c.b.s. even returns to the game late for a look-in. second half we outscore them 51-45 to make it a decent result, BUT...
the next year, we get back to the dance, and this time, v. nevada, we're all business. see, we've been there. we know we belong because we beat washington the second half. we pounce on nevada right from the get-go, aggressively going down low to strait against fazekas. by halftime, we control the game, and keep control. we win going away.
why?
because our kids had been there before. they knew they belonged. they knew if they played their game, they could win.
so this year. the distractions will be many. the stage will be larger than hornet gym or the stott center. after the weber game, this has already been a legendary season. people will talk for years about the game a.j. had to get us here. but we've got to forget all that. we've got to believe we can play with these guys. we have to attack, just as we did against nevada. we have to make a statement.
we have to play as if we've been there.