I pride myself on understanding
the game of basketball. Ever since I was a young pup, basketball has peaked my
interest. I began religiously following the different intricacies of the sport
since I was about 10. I thought the triangle and two defense was the coolest
thing since Super Nintendo, and I loved the flex offense. I began taping games
during the Eustachy era and have a collection of around 100
When I purchased a Tivo two years ago, my addiction to college basketball reached Ricky Williams status. I probably have Tivo'd every basketball game possible since then, and re-watched all of them. This practice raises many questions I'm sure, and no, surprisingly, I don't currently have a girlfriend. Shocking. That being the case, I have no idea what to think of this basketball team. None. They do things so unexplainable, Einstein would give himself a headache.
The Cyclones are the quickest team
from defense to offense in the nation. That isn't even a superlative.
But, back to the point at hand.
The Cyclones have a style I have rarely ever seen in college basketball. They
literally have zero "classic" post men. In the
Last night I think Stinson and Blalock finally figured out that just because they don't have Homan inside; it doesn't mean they can't trust their teammates. When Stinson and Blalock think they have to do too much they get fidgety and force the issue. It's like asking that girl to prom, you can't pressure and attack when nothing's there, it's about patience and rhythm. You have to use all of your assets, even if you're not confident in them. That's precisely what they did against the Huskers.
That was a fun team last night. I
can't remember the last time I smiled while watching the Cyclones play. Well,
last night I was grinning ear to ear. That's what it is supposed to be, thanks
in large part to "Blue Collar." Stinson had a small scuffle with Joe McCray late
in the game, but other than that, he was just playing ball. It was the Curtis Stinson we saw two years ago. A Stinson that didn't put his palms in the air,
didn't discuss matters with the refs, didn't show-up his teammates. It was the
Stinson we came to appreciate when he first arrived in
Two plays set the story: At the end of the first half, Stinson was dribbling out the clock, and everyone and their momma's momma knew he was going to take the last shot. As the clock hit three ticks, Stinson pulled up and threw a lob pass to Blalock who drilled a three with no time remaining.
Then at the end of the game, Blalock gave the ball to Stinson, who dribbled out the clock. With his arch-enemy McCray hounding him, Stinson didn't dribble the ball behind his back or throw the ball toward the rafters. He simply jogged around McCray and when the clock hit zero he handed the ball to the official. Ballgame.
It's back to business for Stinson. It's back to business for the Cyclones.