I’ve been thinking of my Wildcats over there at the U of A. They got ousted in the first round of March Madness the other day by Wichita State who, as they say, “came to play.” I mean really came to play.
Arizona did too, but it was one of those games that all ballers find themselves in every now and then where the ball just won’t bounce right, where the strings on the rim seem too tight and you can’t do a damn thing right, tripping over yourself, everywhere you step the other team is already there, in your way, in perfect rhythm, like they’re practicing plays in a workout, all over the place, in the right place, setting the pace, catching all the breaks, breaks they don’t need, stealing passes in the lane, getting blocked out and getting the rebound anyway. [Read more…]