...and in all honesty, instead of "stuff" I should've used the word sh**, because what we just watched was a big ol' steaming pile of it.
Accordingly, this won't take long. It was frighteningly apparent where this one was headed from my notes just from the first 3 minutes of the game. I benchmarked all the things that were good about Saturday --- effort, energy, focus, finishing, shooting, officiating crew --- and tonight these were all immediately just the opposite of good. We came out with sh** for effort and energy, right back to sh** habits in finishing at the rim, sh** for shooting and too often played like we had sh** for brains.... the sort of sh** you can't get away with in a game called by a sh** crew.
As for the latter, OK sure, the crew was so incompetent that they bear mentioning --- I mean I haven't seen that many lifted pivot feet since the last Rockettes Xmas special --- and Roy'd had about enough of them early on... but they were NOT what lost this game. Nope, that sh** was squarely on us. Apparently Saturday gave our guys a case of the big-head... that, or a group concussion.
I can also say that i wish we'd pressed them in the first half, because their ballhandling is sh**, and because of the agony of watching us sit there and let them dictate their tempo for 20 damn minutes. Would that have done any good? Not unless it got us out of our energy funk sooner --- but who knows?
Anyway, bottom line is that was an AWFUL late-season loss to a sh** team with a sh** coach that plays a sh** brand of basketball --- just an inexcusably bad performance that was a desecration of the Dean Dome. But [deep breath]... bad losses happen. So what can you do after one of these? Welp, here's when the time comes for the guys to do some collective soul-searching, as in: do ya wanna feel like you felt when you went to bed Saturday?... or the way ya feel right about now? You choose.
Now pardon me while I go erase this from my DVR, because I sure as sh** ain't watching it again....😡
Accordingly, this won't take long. It was frighteningly apparent where this one was headed from my notes just from the first 3 minutes of the game. I benchmarked all the things that were good about Saturday --- effort, energy, focus, finishing, shooting, officiating crew --- and tonight these were all immediately just the opposite of good. We came out with sh** for effort and energy, right back to sh** habits in finishing at the rim, sh** for shooting and too often played like we had sh** for brains.... the sort of sh** you can't get away with in a game called by a sh** crew.
As for the latter, OK sure, the crew was so incompetent that they bear mentioning --- I mean I haven't seen that many lifted pivot feet since the last Rockettes Xmas special --- and Roy'd had about enough of them early on... but they were NOT what lost this game. Nope, that sh** was squarely on us. Apparently Saturday gave our guys a case of the big-head... that, or a group concussion.
I can also say that i wish we'd pressed them in the first half, because their ballhandling is sh**, and because of the agony of watching us sit there and let them dictate their tempo for 20 damn minutes. Would that have done any good? Not unless it got us out of our energy funk sooner --- but who knows?
Anyway, bottom line is that was an AWFUL late-season loss to a sh** team with a sh** coach that plays a sh** brand of basketball --- just an inexcusably bad performance that was a desecration of the Dean Dome. But [deep breath]... bad losses happen. So what can you do after one of these? Welp, here's when the time comes for the guys to do some collective soul-searching, as in: do ya wanna feel like you felt when you went to bed Saturday?... or the way ya feel right about now? You choose.
Now pardon me while I go erase this from my DVR, because I sure as sh** ain't watching it again....😡