I haven’t written much about basketball lately.
I’ve written about the fans, elbows, Buffy, Stripes, expectations, but very little about actual basketball.
I’m not sure my mom ever told me, “if you can’t find anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.” But enough mom’s on TV have said it, so I think that counts. But it’s not really that I don’t have anything nice to say, because there are definitely some if not good, then less-bad aspects to our play recently, it’s more that it takes a lot longer to find those nice things to say than it does to find the flaws in our play and to this point I’ve been reticent to criticize this team too severely.
I’ve held back because I didn’t really think it was productive to kick them when they were down, but as George Wallace once said,
“segregation now, segregation tomorrow, segregation forever?”
Not THAT George Wallace. George Wallace, the comedian. As he once said, “Can you tell me a better time to kick a man? Your foot is just that much closer to their head.”
I also held back because, despite my belief prior to the season that we could be a team that was fighting to be close to .500, I had come to realize just how far this team had to come to get back to where we would like them to be and we weren’t going to get there this year. So, in effect, why bother taking a shit on this team.
But after they quit against Northwestern, I’m kind of done holding back.
I have been a glass half full type of IU fan this season. Giving credit for effort and trying very hard to mark our improvement on a separate sheet from the one I use for our wins and losses. And, as I view this entire season as part one of a much longer season, I’m still pretty optimistic, but I’m just tired.
I can’t take any more basketball like this. I thought we had a very good chance to beat Northwestern. I thought we had a decent chance of beating Wisconsin. But since we beat Iowa we’ve averaged 54 points per game while giving up 71 points per game. Our second halves have been terrible. And we still turn the ball over with roughly the same frequency that the Dude and Walter drop F-bombs.
We have five games left in this season and I, for one, will be happy to see it go. I am anxious to begin looking forward to next season with a fresh group of guys. I haven’t gone to watch IU recruits play since I was a little kid, but I’m pretty sure I’m going to do that this summer. I need to see that there is hope for us, because right now, for these last five games, hope is in short supply.
This is my theme song right now for IU basketball because
And though her eyes are fixed upon
Noah’s great rainbow
She spends her time peeking
Into Desolation Row