The tabloid headline tomorrow will be “TIGER GAG”, as Memphis had Kansas dead to rights – and then inexplicably froze. The free throw became their Kryptonite again, and then Mario Chalmers basically guaranteed that he will forever be known as “Super Mario” and never pay for another drink in the Sunflower State for the rest of his life…and then they held the line the whole way in OT.
Nothing but pressure when you’re coaching a program founded by the man who, you know, INVENTED basketball. But Bill Self – another on that long line of former Tulsa Golden Hurricane coaches made good – basically took the monkey off his back, dragged it out behind the outhouse and gave it the beatdown this weekend. They didn’t back into it, they didn’t fluke into it – they came back and took it, decisively. And we got a hell of a game for our trouble.
Maybe not the best tournament year ever, but don’t try telling them that in Lawrence. =)
Or over here in Fremont. The Man doesn’t watch sports. And yet he woke the baby not once, not twice, but three different times. If I were a real bitch I would have made him drive the awake child back to sleep. Instead I urged him to call Lawrence and enjoy, “for we all know they win every twenty years whether they need to or not so next time you’ll be toasting the championship with Nathan over beers.” and headed out to the car with a wee-ish one in tow. Rock! Chalk!