I'm old school.
To build a mid-level collegiate basketball program, I always believed in recruiting high school kids. Give 'em a redshirt year to adjust to the physicality and speed of the collegiate game, then grow within the program such that by the time they're juniors and seniors, they're be able to compete with the bigger schools that get the top athletes.
Exhibit A: Brandon Whitney. Substitute Covid year for redshirt year and look what you've got: A good player who has grown now into a special player. A player with a refined handle and the physicality to finish at the rim. The MVP of the Big Sky tournament.
Imagine my disappointment then when we brought in this cruise ship of transfers, guys I'd never heard of: Johnson, Moore, Jedkins, Pridgen, Foy, Patterson, Dargan. I mean, transfers bring baggage, most of it odious. Fights with former coaches. Attitude problems. Injury reports. Grade issues. What the hell was this coaching staff thinking?
I thought of them as annonymous nobodies.
Flash forward to the Big Sky Tournament and...Oh! I stand corrected! Pass that plate of crow!
Down the stretch of the championship game, Money Williams--the great Money Williams, the all-tournament Money Williams, the potential second-round NBA draft choice Money Williams and possibly one of the best players in the history of the program Money Williams, the Money Williams that I believed was our secret weapon and still do as we approach the NCAA tournament--that Money Williams is on the bench for the last five minutes of the game.
So who brings us home? The annonymous nobodies!
Joe Pridgen is a beast in the post, with deft moves and elevation sensation dunks.
Kai Johnson makes back to back dagger three-point plays: A deep trey, and an and-one layup.
And then Austin Patterson becomes the pastry chef with the icing on the cake--clutch free throws down stretch. No hesitation. In the past, we Griz fans would have been quaking in those situations.
Not now. He knew he would make them. The team knew he would make them. Every single Griz fan knew he would make him. Even the legendary Kato the Cat Butler up there in his Heavenly Broadcast Booth knew the "cat was in the bag and the bag was in the river."
Congratulations all around. To the coaching staff. To Brandon for being the tournament MVP. To Money for making the all-tournament team.
But a special shoutout to the formerly annonymous nobodies.
They were special. They brought it home.
To build a mid-level collegiate basketball program, I always believed in recruiting high school kids. Give 'em a redshirt year to adjust to the physicality and speed of the collegiate game, then grow within the program such that by the time they're juniors and seniors, they're be able to compete with the bigger schools that get the top athletes.
Exhibit A: Brandon Whitney. Substitute Covid year for redshirt year and look what you've got: A good player who has grown now into a special player. A player with a refined handle and the physicality to finish at the rim. The MVP of the Big Sky tournament.
Imagine my disappointment then when we brought in this cruise ship of transfers, guys I'd never heard of: Johnson, Moore, Jedkins, Pridgen, Foy, Patterson, Dargan. I mean, transfers bring baggage, most of it odious. Fights with former coaches. Attitude problems. Injury reports. Grade issues. What the hell was this coaching staff thinking?
I thought of them as annonymous nobodies.
Flash forward to the Big Sky Tournament and...Oh! I stand corrected! Pass that plate of crow!
Down the stretch of the championship game, Money Williams--the great Money Williams, the all-tournament Money Williams, the potential second-round NBA draft choice Money Williams and possibly one of the best players in the history of the program Money Williams, the Money Williams that I believed was our secret weapon and still do as we approach the NCAA tournament--that Money Williams is on the bench for the last five minutes of the game.
So who brings us home? The annonymous nobodies!
Joe Pridgen is a beast in the post, with deft moves and elevation sensation dunks.
Kai Johnson makes back to back dagger three-point plays: A deep trey, and an and-one layup.
And then Austin Patterson becomes the pastry chef with the icing on the cake--clutch free throws down stretch. No hesitation. In the past, we Griz fans would have been quaking in those situations.
Not now. He knew he would make them. The team knew he would make them. Every single Griz fan knew he would make him. Even the legendary Kato the Cat Butler up there in his Heavenly Broadcast Booth knew the "cat was in the bag and the bag was in the river."
Congratulations all around. To the coaching staff. To Brandon for being the tournament MVP. To Money for making the all-tournament team.
But a special shoutout to the formerly annonymous nobodies.
They were special. They brought it home.
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