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Are you with me? I want to know if you're with me.
I'm so sick to of this miserable, anorexic, schizophrenic, eye-sore thing we call our "half-court" offense. I'm vomiting inside. Even a case of sacreds don't begin to dull the headache I have that was caused by watching that mess this afternoon. At LEAST last year we had great D to focus on. Kind of like a woman with a butter face and a playboy rack - just keep your eyes in the right place and you can overlook the "eGADs man" of having to stare at the face - the offense. The running around like they're playing kill-the-man-with-the-ball (remember that?).
It's just flat out awful to watch.
Can I throw in that it must just donkey stomp recruiting? If you're the next Moe Harless out there, where would you go? UConn, where, if you score 30 you're 75% of production, or somewhere where the offense doesn't look like Amy Winehouse on a bad coke day?
Here's my suggestion - just let ----ing dogs out. Take off the leashes. Take off the pinch collar. Remove the invisible fence. Let. Them. Run. All of them. Press and run. Run and gun. ANYTHING but this horrid, creature-from-the-black-lagoon sickness that is our half court offense. My Lord, I'm starting to lean toward those who say that our style is unwatchable. I had moments today when I had to force myself to ask, "am I watching this for entertainment? Or to do an at-home heart stress test?"
Bazz and Boat get 30 each a game and they run like fiends. Give Allen 5 a game, even if he sucks. Just run. And press. And sub guys in like crazy. And tell every guy, when you get in there, the most important thing is that you run. Like Forrest f----ing Gump. And don't stop running. And pressing.
And then, at least, even if we get beat, it will be like entertainment, and fun, and not like dentistry in Eastern Russia, and having sex with a meat grinder.
I'm so sick to of this miserable, anorexic, schizophrenic, eye-sore thing we call our "half-court" offense. I'm vomiting inside. Even a case of sacreds don't begin to dull the headache I have that was caused by watching that mess this afternoon. At LEAST last year we had great D to focus on. Kind of like a woman with a butter face and a playboy rack - just keep your eyes in the right place and you can overlook the "eGADs man" of having to stare at the face - the offense. The running around like they're playing kill-the-man-with-the-ball (remember that?).
It's just flat out awful to watch.
Can I throw in that it must just donkey stomp recruiting? If you're the next Moe Harless out there, where would you go? UConn, where, if you score 30 you're 75% of production, or somewhere where the offense doesn't look like Amy Winehouse on a bad coke day?
Here's my suggestion - just let ----ing dogs out. Take off the leashes. Take off the pinch collar. Remove the invisible fence. Let. Them. Run. All of them. Press and run. Run and gun. ANYTHING but this horrid, creature-from-the-black-lagoon sickness that is our half court offense. My Lord, I'm starting to lean toward those who say that our style is unwatchable. I had moments today when I had to force myself to ask, "am I watching this for entertainment? Or to do an at-home heart stress test?"
Bazz and Boat get 30 each a game and they run like fiends. Give Allen 5 a game, even if he sucks. Just run. And press. And sub guys in like crazy. And tell every guy, when you get in there, the most important thing is that you run. Like Forrest f----ing Gump. And don't stop running. And pressing.
And then, at least, even if we get beat, it will be like entertainment, and fun, and not like dentistry in Eastern Russia, and having sex with a meat grinder.