if a bunch of laid back country dudes from missoula can compete on the basketball court against ego-driven, chest-thumpin' kids from the city.
make no mistake, basketball is a city game. if you've ever seen the competition at the rucker league in nyc you understand. these kids play with intensity. with ego. their manhoods are at stake.
our kids? i think they're too nice--the one exception being krysko. he wasn't the most skilled player but he was mean. nasty mean. he had the city intensity. it's no mystery to me that we won only our second game in the history of the big dance under his tutelage.
this team? as i say, nice kids. the kind you'd welcome into the family. but mean? intense? it seems their mantra is, one good half. remember, we won at weber only after playing one of the worst halves in memory, against a weber team that in the second half thought they had the game in the bag. we coulda/shoulda beat new mexico--except for one awful ten-minute stretch in the second half that made a comeback extremely difficult.
can't say that i fully understand this either in the light of the intensity our football kids often show. mariani, colt, kroy, lex, carpenter--now there are some intense kids. they didn't get where they are being nice.
but basketball? different story.
i say, recruit a serial killer. a guy with a chainsaw. a linebacker. what's the old expression--nice guys lose 66-81?
make no mistake, basketball is a city game. if you've ever seen the competition at the rucker league in nyc you understand. these kids play with intensity. with ego. their manhoods are at stake.
our kids? i think they're too nice--the one exception being krysko. he wasn't the most skilled player but he was mean. nasty mean. he had the city intensity. it's no mystery to me that we won only our second game in the history of the big dance under his tutelage.
this team? as i say, nice kids. the kind you'd welcome into the family. but mean? intense? it seems their mantra is, one good half. remember, we won at weber only after playing one of the worst halves in memory, against a weber team that in the second half thought they had the game in the bag. we coulda/shoulda beat new mexico--except for one awful ten-minute stretch in the second half that made a comeback extremely difficult.
can't say that i fully understand this either in the light of the intensity our football kids often show. mariani, colt, kroy, lex, carpenter--now there are some intense kids. they didn't get where they are being nice.
but basketball? different story.
i say, recruit a serial killer. a guy with a chainsaw. a linebacker. what's the old expression--nice guys lose 66-81?