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Last weekend, traveling through
After dinner we had Bunnahabhain 12 (again a private bottling), which was my favorite of the entire trip. This is the one
Monday night I found myself in
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Last weekend, traveling through
After dinner we had Bunnahabhain 12 (again a private bottling), which was my favorite of the entire trip. This is the one
Monday night I found myself in
Back to
How fitting was it that this season of disappointments ended with Josh Wright, the most selfish kid ever to wear an
At least we weren’t blown out by twenty plus points. And with about ten minutes to go, that’s what it looked like. But I give Eric D and PH, and Terrance credit for fighting back, for making a game of it, for keeping the team from embarrassment in front of a national audience. It makes it hard for us to complain about the NCAA snub, if we can’t even make it to the NIT semis in the Garden. But on a night when we couldn’t buy a basket, and when Clemson had more prayers answered than the College of Cardinals, a four-point loss keeps the program respectable.
In a way, the loss is a relief. I’m done suffering the aggravation that’s been a constant companion since the middle of December. I’m done giving myself heartburn because we can’t wait for a good shot, but have to throw up the first available shot, even if it has almost no chance of going in. I’m done wondering whether Mookie will wake up, and look like he cares about the game. (Chatterbox, are you reading this?) Instead, I’ll try to wait patiently for next fall, for the most highly touted recruiting class since Gerry and Melo came in 2002. In the meantime, Jon Lester threw for the first time since he had chemo; the Herald says Manny is happy once more; and in a only a couple weeks it will be baseball season. The time of the year when things change from
Yesterday was a good day in the Dome; Cuse drew a record NIT crowd of almost 27,000 fans. After getting snubbed by the NCAA selection committee; after a disappointing up and down season; after losing too many close games to teams they should have dominated. After all that, in a city of only 150,000, on a miserable wintry March Monday, fans filled the dome to say goodbye to this year’s seniors, who, with the exception of D-Nic, never lived up to their expectations, and never really stepped up to lead the team as seniors.
Mid-season, Coach had criticized the fans one night for booing. I had been in the dome that evening and recalled grumbling, not booing, and also felt that grumbling, even booing had been justified by the selfish play of an unnamed point guard, who had turned the ball over repeatedly, without ever passing to a teammate. But all was forgotten last night, or at least forgiven, as the fans turned out in droves, and as the coach and the seniors acknowledged the support evident in this huge turnout. Now it’s a tough road game in
It was also a good day for Coach B as he picked up his 750th win. He had been given more airtime than any of the other coaches left out on selection Sunday. And the two nice wins, both on ESPN, have in part vindicated him, and given his complaints some credibility. It would be better yet if he’s still giving press conferences next week.
Earlier in the day, it had been a very good day for me professionally. A client had been charged with felony insurance fraud when his car ended up stolen because his friend had lent it to some gangsters in return for goods. I felt under enormous pressure in the case, not only because he was truly innocent of the charges, but because this was someone I’ve known for almost fifteen years, someone who’s become more of a friend, not just a client. I had the client polygraphed; he passed the polygraph, but the DA still didn’t care. I had terrific character witnesses, one of whom knows our DA personally, but who could not persuade them to back off. So we had to try this case, and at the end of the prosecution proof, our Judge dismissed all the charges. What’s known as a Trial Order of Dismissal. This sounds corny, but this is exactly why I love being a lawyer. It’s enormously gratifying to be able to make a difference in another person’s life. Especially when everyone and everything is lined up against the client; when it seems as though it’s me and the client against the world. There are sacrifices involved; Mike had been home for the weekend, and instead of spending Sunday with him, watching hoops, and cooking dinner, I was at the office all day, into the evening. It will be several months until we have another chance to hang out. Plus the trial schedule had kept me from getting tickets for the final game of the year in the Dome. The record-setting NIT send-off. Still, when the Judge dismissed all counts, when that enormous weight was lifted from my shoulders, when it dawned on my client that this nightmare was finally over – there is no feeling quite like that.
My client loves food, so we celebrated by going to Max’s – eating and drinking until we were both ready to resume enjoying life. What a novel idea.
I’m attempting to trace the source of the most satisfying development of the past few years – the renewal of many old friendships from childhood. (I count all the years through high school as part of childhood, mainly because it’s impossible to describe our high school years as having any relation to the concept of maturity.) I think it’s related to the annual gatherings we’ve had at Andy’s home in the Berkshires; but they originated because we all wanted to see Fran one summer when she returned from Israel, and we decided that one common visit would be more fun than having Fran schlep all over the country trying to visit each of us, one at a time. And working back further from that first reunion in Great Barrington, Susan and I met with Fran and Gidon in Neve Tzedek on our first trip to
In any event, the latest chapter of this saga takes place in
Last Saturday we all went to Joe’s Stone Crab, and then back to Lew’s home in the Grove to shoot pool. I remember Lew’s home on
Meanwhile, I feel a bit vindicated, because the other two teams which had no business getting bids before the Cuse got beaten in the first round also. Georgia Tech, with an 8-8 conference record, and a 52 RPI, lost to UNLV. And more importantly,
It's St. Patrick's Day, in honor of which, we drank Black Bush and Irish Mist at Max's last night. Maybe a glass of Connemara with breakfast, what do you think?
Thanks largely to Eric Devendorf, Cuse gets to play once more; their season didn’t end ignominiously with a first round loss in the NIT, the wanna-be’s tourney. Down by nine in the second half, with the season seeming to trickle away, the defense stepped up a notch; South Alabama stopped hitting threes from
After Sunday’s snub, Coach B went on ESPN and lobbied for a bigger tournament. Here’s the way to do that. We have eight venues for the opening round; and in one of the eight we have a Tuesday night play-in game. Two of the putative 16 seeds get to play each other for the privilege of facing the tournament’s highest seed. So why not have eight play-in games? In each of the eight venues for the opening round, we can have a Tuesday or Wednesday game, where the 15s and 16s play off against the last eight at- large teams that don’t otherwise get bids. According to Coach B, and some Big 12 coaches, that will increase the size of the tourney, consistent with the growth in the Division I-A population over the past twenty years. Plus, if you look at this idea from other perspectives, it’s clearly fair and consistent with the tournament’s aims. Why should the weakest eight seeds, often automatic bids from the weakest conferences, keep out teams that may have a genuine competitive chance in the first couple rounds? And conversely, wouldn’t it be exciting for some sixteen seed to actually win a game, even if it’s against other pretenders and not number one seeds?
The argument against expanding the tournament is that it demeans the regular season, and rewards teams that fail to play well consistently throughout the year. Shouldn’t that be a prerequisite for getting to the NCAAs? Shouldn’t it be hard, as opposed to easy, to make the post-season? Mybe so, but the trend today, in most of the leagues, is to increase the pool of post-season teams, and not the opposite.
I think in time my idea will catch on. After all, it doesn’t really extend the tournament; it will still be only three weeks long. And it doesn’t require any new venues or preparation. The eight opening round locations just open their doors a couple days early for an extra game. They’re all set up for the first round already. It just means that the first round is another game long. And I think there’s justification for allowing all the eligible
Anyway, this year it’s the NIT; let’s hope we stay motivated, make a good showing, and vindicate all those folks who came to our defense when the committee selected Stanford over the Orange.