Yeah they played their hearts out and everything, but the reality is that the UConn, Creighton, and Marquette are all L's.
The NCAA committee doesn't care about heart breaking losses.
In the end, those losses will hurt us.
Great seasons rarely mean you run the table start to finish.
I like this script. Program so down in the dumps that a day doesn't go by without multiple references to a team that sucked with it all on the table in the Final 4 forty years ago. So wretched that there's an event to celebrate an elite 8 team over 20 years ago.
Once elite program? Hardly. Kentucky would fire coaches for merely getting them to an elite 8 or Final 4 without cutting down the nets when it really matters.
So here's the script: hometown Italian boy, who went off to pursue fame and fortune, achieved both. He goes to 7 (
SEVEN!!!) Final Fours, which hardly matters to him because he coached to win all the marbles and did that TWICE with different schools. But this is a dirty game and always has been. Even at programs where bespecled gentlemen wearing tweed suits and speaking softly won buckets of championships in a program where shady figures allegedly filled paper bags of money that could woo even 7 foot superstars from New York City. Superstars that passed on such a squeaky clean school that they wouldn't bend their own stupid policy of forcing one if the games all time greatest men and coaches to retire at 65.
So our hometown hero, whose fame was made elsewhere gets jammed up doing what a lot of schools who won big never got csught doing but did do. Expelled and humiliated, but not proven.
Suddenly the paths of a program that tried to do everything right but couldn't break glass with a hammer, and a coach who scaled the heights for 40 years and took a mighty fall, meet. Both in need of redemption. Both needing each other so badly that it's the stuff that brilliant writers try and fail to make it seem believable.
So here is this Italian American NYC 71 year old kid, who in many ways resembles a school's 99 year old living icon lands on a campus STILL intent on winning the right way. Both badly need each other.
The 71 year old kid, so intent on winning with the right kids with unblemished reputations that he wants only TWO kids back from a talented team of underperformers.
What does the 71 year old kid preach and demand? Hard work, discipline, and defense. Yes, he's 71, but he doesn't ask a single college kud to work harder than he will.
He had a few weeks to pluck nearly an entire roster and suddenly for the first time in maybe ever, top talent is lining up to audition to play for this kid.
This kid is home, in his own backyard. When he tells a story about taking the Green Lines bus as a young kid from Cambria Height to Jamaica to buy a pair of irregular Chuck Taylor Converse All Stars, stamped "IRR", at Modells on Jamaica Avenue under the El, for half price, it's a story a lot of us know all to well. He doesn't have to explain to a bunch of thoroughbred horse farm rich alums from Kentucky. It isn't to a bunch of alums who sip mint juleps at the Kentucky Derby. It's to guys who sipped their first beer from a quart bottle passed around while leaning against a chain link fence that enclosec outdoor asphalt courts, on nights too dark to shoot hoops anymore but still on the courts hanging with friends.
He knows our fanbase mostly played basketball in schoolyards without nets, and not in gyms with varnished wood floors that were heated in winter and cooled in summer. He knows that for many of us, each of those games meant as much as winning the nba championship because in Queens and Brooklyn everything was always on the line, even pickup ball.
So yea, this all fits just right, kinda like OJ 's glove shpuld have fit. I know know know know know this is a thousand times better right now then it's been, and also know if we are losing games by a last second missed shot now, that this too will change.
Why am I so sure? Because in Queens you just keep pushing. The 71 year old kid's favorite coach is the great NYC Vince Lombardi, who he likes to quote. My favorite quote?
"Second place is first place for losers"
The good times are here right now. Cold water has to hit 200 degrees before it hits 212, to boil for a Sunday pasta dinner.
Trust me. We are almost there.