At this point, you're pretty much fornicating with the corpse.
The thing is this - we, here at TBY.com - represent a pathologically different group of fans than the general UConn fan base. Perhaps, generously, we're 1/10 of 1% of fans.
For much of the time I watched UConn since the 80s I wouldn't know anything about who was new on the team until the first televised game.
My affiliation with the TBY, as well as the instantaneousness and ubiquity of the Internet, altered that, so that now I actually find out useful facts. Like last year when Tyler became Larry fricking Bird, Jr. over the summer. Would have never known that in past years until cupcake season was fully underway.
The long and the short of it is that articles about how Phil Nolan is doing in "practices" that aren't even formally coached practices in late September just don't pay the bills.
That's it. Not much more to say than that, other than in this world of RIGHT NOW, where determining the average diameter of a racoon's a---hole is merely a few fingerings of your iThing away, 24 hours a day, perhaps we're expecting to be catered to too much for what amounts to a . . . dare I throw it out there? . . . a tangential, bizarre fetish in a world chock full of em, many of which pay to report (and pay well, I can tell you).
Unless, of course, you think that earnestly wanting to know how a 17 year old stranger is doing at informal basketball practices well before the season starts is somehow a normal thing to want to know for a middle age man.