Meh.
Times have changed.
Last year you weren't just riding the "UConn's roster was misconstructed and has no point guard" train, you were the engineer.
Trials & hangings totally fit a program that won by limiting opponents to fewer points. Now, we've got a 2nd year guy who transmitted the the Championship DNA to 6 new guys, shot a 50-40-90, and got shut out of every award, while 5 teammates and the Head Coach got recognition.
Last year was a collective mojo build from an inconceivable number of directions.
Some people used their own catch-phrases (e.g., "I have spoken"). Some posted advanced statistics; in response, some memed on the anti-intellectual theme of "Nerds!" Some people took themselves out of the equation and stopped posting, like a religious fast or a observance of Lent.
One guy who had changed his avatar to Cooley's face superimposed onto Testiculo scrotal image on a beer can kept it there, even after it had died its work as to Providence (unless all of that was the year before, [yawn]).
I swapped out my avatar for a picture of the 2013 National Champions banner that got removed from Louisville's home arena's rafters due to the NCAA disqualification that stripped them of their title and instead was re-hung in direct view of the KFC Yum! Center, on the side of the Whiskey Row Lofts building across the street from the 3rd Street Bridge's off-load from Indiana into downtown. Combining several suggestions by people who wanted me to mute myself, I limited myself to a single post each game day, and the to no more than 3 words in such posts. You try writing a 3-line haiku that way: there aren't a lot of 7-syllable words.
In other words, we all pitched in with something to serve the collective vision. No one guy took the noose. We were like Spartacus, and the team feasted it's way to #5.
Nobody tried to strong arm everybody to get in line with a single focus that hasn't even been communicated with any more clarity than Joseph McCarthy claimed nearly 70 years ago that he had lists of names that never got provided.
The whole notion of trials and judges in fact had been richly debunked right out of the gate by - lemme look it up, oh yeah - a guy named
@Deepster. That's right, the guy who made a bid to come back into the fray like a hero, after carping & whining about anything attempted by anybody else.
And get this - he's doing it again this year, while claiming credit for last year no less. Gimme a break. You've stumped on this kind of stuff for more than 20 years, and now you want
@prankster to can it cuz he's a B-lister?
I'm a nobody, put on Ignore long before the wussy threats that lopped off
@CL82 ("18 minutes in") and got threatened toward Prankster within the last page.
Loyalty's an admirable quality, and roots run deep, but pulling rank via thin-slicing which week within August 2011 somebody arrived at this particular iteration of The Boneyard is a laughable flex, when you compare it to the feeble "Little Stick" and "Overruled" rejoinders and nothing of what's been cooking, while the BET has day one in the books.
There's a place on this wagon for the old and the new, the old and the young, the somebodies, the nobodies, the has-beens, the never weres, the not yets, the would of/could of/should of crowd, the would've/could've/should've scolds, the woulda/should/coulda peeps who colloquial to cover themselves or 'just cuz, the bloviators, the experts, the low infi types with or without attitude.
Ah, go ahead, stick your thumb on the scale, if you really believe in it, or need to, or want to, or feel the call to return a courtesy the same way back-of-the-book-jacket log-rolling blurb writers help out their friends & colleagues toward mutual career advancement. I know you know it's silly, at least as much so as this screed is.
Under 12 hours until tip-off, Butler's just gone up by a point in the replay. Now Xavier. 13 minutes remain. DePaul screwed the pooch. Neptune lives to orbit another day.
Deep's star shined bright in another time, but his various isms are past their "Best by" date, and authoritarianism is the biggest tell.
Boeheim stuck around long enough to see his kids play for him during his only losing season, and then stuck around for one more, only to find out that clownish affectations like, "Overruled" had expired.
Can't wait to see what has posted while I wrote this. Then I'll get a good night's sleep.
Go Huskies!
