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We redshirt everyone - except Michael Bradley who can't redshirt again. Everyone else loads up on academic credits - every possible gut course that they can get a couple credits for, they take. Our APR will smell like roses for the foreseeable future.
If we say that women's basketball and men's basketball are two different sports (smaller ball, different shot clock, no 10-second call, etc.), then Maya Moore still has a year of eligibility for men's basketball since she is a pro in a different sport.
Get Maya Moore to play. The Minnesota Lynxcats or whoever can deal with it.
Have a 3-on-3 intramural championship in October. The winning team gets to be the other three starters around the Moore-Bradley combo. This will make for one hell of a competition - the campus will be transfixed.
We won't win a game, but attendance will stay high for a while just to see how often Maya Moore can get her shot off against men's players, and how well the crowd favorite intramural champs play, who everyone knows by now through the extensive coverage of the tournament. Bradley gets to be the go-to guy, experience double-teams on a regular basis, and improve by leaps and bounds as the season goes on.
Blaney and three janitors coach the team while JC/Miller/Ollie just go around to recruit at high school games while every other coaching staff in the country is actually worried about coaching their teams. We sign the best players, even the ones that are dumb as a box of hammers, since our APR can take a few hits with everyone else now way ahead of pace to graduate.
Win back-to-back titles. JC retires with five. Some sort of photograph of himself and the five trophies, possibly involving a middle finger, gets taken and distributed to several choice individuals.
To thank them for their support, the intramural champs get their own NCAA championship rings. Maya Moore can politely decline - she already has enough of her own. Her reward is the vast amounts of money from sponsorships and things, and the book and the movie rights.
Everyone wins.
If we say that women's basketball and men's basketball are two different sports (smaller ball, different shot clock, no 10-second call, etc.), then Maya Moore still has a year of eligibility for men's basketball since she is a pro in a different sport.
Get Maya Moore to play. The Minnesota Lynxcats or whoever can deal with it.
Have a 3-on-3 intramural championship in October. The winning team gets to be the other three starters around the Moore-Bradley combo. This will make for one hell of a competition - the campus will be transfixed.
We won't win a game, but attendance will stay high for a while just to see how often Maya Moore can get her shot off against men's players, and how well the crowd favorite intramural champs play, who everyone knows by now through the extensive coverage of the tournament. Bradley gets to be the go-to guy, experience double-teams on a regular basis, and improve by leaps and bounds as the season goes on.
Blaney and three janitors coach the team while JC/Miller/Ollie just go around to recruit at high school games while every other coaching staff in the country is actually worried about coaching their teams. We sign the best players, even the ones that are dumb as a box of hammers, since our APR can take a few hits with everyone else now way ahead of pace to graduate.
Win back-to-back titles. JC retires with five. Some sort of photograph of himself and the five trophies, possibly involving a middle finger, gets taken and distributed to several choice individuals.
To thank them for their support, the intramural champs get their own NCAA championship rings. Maya Moore can politely decline - she already has enough of her own. Her reward is the vast amounts of money from sponsorships and things, and the book and the movie rights.
Everyone wins.
