Sooner04
2/21/2009, 11:41 PM
So you walk into the lab one night and you decide you're going to whip up the basketball equivalent of Little Big Horn.
First, you give your star player one foul in ten seconds and another in seven minutes. Off to the bench he goes. Then you sprinkle in a guy who's name violates every pronunciation tenet the Queen ever came up with for her English and make him play like "Magic" Johnson. Now send your star to the bench for good with eyes as glassy as Crater Lake and the nose of Rihanna. A dash of seven free throws, even though you usually shoot four times that many. AJ Abrams couldn't hit ice if he fell out of a kayak in Nome for weeks, but tonight he channels Michael Jordan's peerless performance against Portland in the '92 Finals. Yeah, toss a little bit of that in there too.
It all adds up to a blowout.
But it wasn't.
Games like this chew up my intestines. All those factors should point to our Sooners heading up on the business end of a ghastly beating. But it wasn't. I'd rather lose by 30 then have a chance at the end. This team has given us all so much this year, and tonight they gave us more than any of us thought they had.
Our rebounding adonis is a complete non-factor, but we lead on the boards. We lay an egg of brontosaurian proportions at the start of the second half and appear to be a cause as hopeless as Bevo's lost genitalia, but we're back in the lead in a matter of nanoseconds. The Burnt Orange Scum regain their wits and go back up six, yet we score the next 11 to go back up five. Such resiliency has not been seen in crimson and cream since I don't know when.
In the end, here's what you say: the Texas season was figuratively on the ropes. A. J. Abrams, a man's who Clinique-caked face brings to mind Paul Pierce, hit every big shot down the stretch and refused to let his team lose. You hate it, you loathe it, but you accept the fact that Texas had to have this game and you walk away. As Sooners, our season will be defined 46 hours from now. Let Texas have this one.......we have bigger birds to skin.
SCORING BREAKDOWN:
1st - 11 [come monday, it'll be all right.]
2nd - 18 [come monday, i'll be holding you tight.]
3rd - 18 [I've spent four lonely days in a brown LA haze]
4th - 21 [and I just want you back by my side.]
LEADING SCORERS:
27 - Willie Warren [I think not, Tyreke Evans.]
14 - Tony Crocker [too assertive late.]
9 - Taylor Griffin
LEADING REBOUNDERS:
8 - Taylor Griffin [admirable performance down low.]
7 - Austin Johnson
7 - Tony Crocker
PLUSES:
1. Willie Warren: Another virtuoso performance when things were caving in all around. He did it in Fayetteville. He did it in Houston, and now he's done it in Ames and Austin. I think we win the game if we don't forget about him down the stretch.
2. Taylor Griffin: Eight and nine under very tough circumstances.
3. Ryan Wright: Really provided some strength down low in the second half.
MINUSES:
1. Physicality: We lost a LOT of points because they wouldn't let us get to the line.
2. Juan Pattillo: Way too eager early on and he blew several easy buckets because of it. Did play much better in the second half.
3. A. J. Abrams: My wife wants to know what kind of eyeliner he uses.
4. Perimeter: Not only did we lose Abrams often, but we got away from getting the ball inside to our cutters. That's how we made our run in the second half, but we started jacking up tough shots late and it turned into empty possessions. The film review will reveal several blown opportunities there late.
Friends, hear me out. This was UT's game, not ours. #1 is nice, but our last two Final Four teams never spent a second at the top spot. When speaking of OUr goals, Monday night is the blockbuster. Beat the Chickenhawks, and we're back on top of the conference by a full game with the tie-breaker in hand over those turtleneck-wearing peckerheads. Bring strong vocal chords and a keen sense of loathing to the Lloyd Noble Center Monday night, for the most prissy, disgusting, stuck-up bunch of blue sweater-sporting cucumber munchers on the face of the Earth are coming to Norman.
We must crush them.
Thank you for your time.
First, you give your star player one foul in ten seconds and another in seven minutes. Off to the bench he goes. Then you sprinkle in a guy who's name violates every pronunciation tenet the Queen ever came up with for her English and make him play like "Magic" Johnson. Now send your star to the bench for good with eyes as glassy as Crater Lake and the nose of Rihanna. A dash of seven free throws, even though you usually shoot four times that many. AJ Abrams couldn't hit ice if he fell out of a kayak in Nome for weeks, but tonight he channels Michael Jordan's peerless performance against Portland in the '92 Finals. Yeah, toss a little bit of that in there too.
It all adds up to a blowout.
But it wasn't.
Games like this chew up my intestines. All those factors should point to our Sooners heading up on the business end of a ghastly beating. But it wasn't. I'd rather lose by 30 then have a chance at the end. This team has given us all so much this year, and tonight they gave us more than any of us thought they had.
Our rebounding adonis is a complete non-factor, but we lead on the boards. We lay an egg of brontosaurian proportions at the start of the second half and appear to be a cause as hopeless as Bevo's lost genitalia, but we're back in the lead in a matter of nanoseconds. The Burnt Orange Scum regain their wits and go back up six, yet we score the next 11 to go back up five. Such resiliency has not been seen in crimson and cream since I don't know when.
In the end, here's what you say: the Texas season was figuratively on the ropes. A. J. Abrams, a man's who Clinique-caked face brings to mind Paul Pierce, hit every big shot down the stretch and refused to let his team lose. You hate it, you loathe it, but you accept the fact that Texas had to have this game and you walk away. As Sooners, our season will be defined 46 hours from now. Let Texas have this one.......we have bigger birds to skin.
SCORING BREAKDOWN:
1st - 11 [come monday, it'll be all right.]
2nd - 18 [come monday, i'll be holding you tight.]
3rd - 18 [I've spent four lonely days in a brown LA haze]
4th - 21 [and I just want you back by my side.]
LEADING SCORERS:
27 - Willie Warren [I think not, Tyreke Evans.]
14 - Tony Crocker [too assertive late.]
9 - Taylor Griffin
LEADING REBOUNDERS:
8 - Taylor Griffin [admirable performance down low.]
7 - Austin Johnson
7 - Tony Crocker
PLUSES:
1. Willie Warren: Another virtuoso performance when things were caving in all around. He did it in Fayetteville. He did it in Houston, and now he's done it in Ames and Austin. I think we win the game if we don't forget about him down the stretch.
2. Taylor Griffin: Eight and nine under very tough circumstances.
3. Ryan Wright: Really provided some strength down low in the second half.
MINUSES:
1. Physicality: We lost a LOT of points because they wouldn't let us get to the line.
2. Juan Pattillo: Way too eager early on and he blew several easy buckets because of it. Did play much better in the second half.
3. A. J. Abrams: My wife wants to know what kind of eyeliner he uses.
4. Perimeter: Not only did we lose Abrams often, but we got away from getting the ball inside to our cutters. That's how we made our run in the second half, but we started jacking up tough shots late and it turned into empty possessions. The film review will reveal several blown opportunities there late.
Friends, hear me out. This was UT's game, not ours. #1 is nice, but our last two Final Four teams never spent a second at the top spot. When speaking of OUr goals, Monday night is the blockbuster. Beat the Chickenhawks, and we're back on top of the conference by a full game with the tie-breaker in hand over those turtleneck-wearing peckerheads. Bring strong vocal chords and a keen sense of loathing to the Lloyd Noble Center Monday night, for the most prissy, disgusting, stuck-up bunch of blue sweater-sporting cucumber munchers on the face of the Earth are coming to Norman.
We must crush them.
Thank you for your time.