But, don't you have to make it to the Sweet Sixteen to have even the slightest chance at a National Championship? And, doesn't using a Sweet Sixteen appearance as a recruiting tool hypothetically make it easier to draw the players necessary to get to a National Championship? I don't know. I just thought that maybe, just maybe, a bunch of relative accomplishments (cough,cough::Sweet Sixteens::cough,cough) stacked on top of one another would strengthen that thing they call a resume that is used to by National Championship-hungry programs when sifting through candidates for their head coaching position. You know what? Never mind. Mick Cronin pulling the cancer card out of the thinnest of air was a bit of a dirty trick, but - even more so - it was a sign of a man who was desperate for answers after his second seeded team made a 22 point lead disappear in well under one half of play. It may have sounded like he was throwing shit at he wall in hopes of getting something to stick. I, on other hand, think he was throwing his heart at the mercy of the court of public opinion, and - as a member of the jury - I am deeming it innocent enough. There's probably a better place for the "this 68-team college basketball tournament is completely meaningless unless you win it" mindset than the stage of said tournament that's used to showcase the sport you've devoted your life to, but - contrary to the "survive and advance" mantra - he is right is saying it's not exactly a life and death situation. That's probably why most tend to steer clear of comparing it to one, but - considering the electrocardiogram of the contest in question - I'm not sure he had any other available analogies at his disposal...
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