Most of you don't know me, but those who do know this one just kills me. To quote Diane Chambers on Cheers I "hate Kansas with the white-hot intensity of a thousand suns." If Kansas played the Nazis I'd swipe Hitler's dry cleaning in support of the SS All Stars. If Kansas played Satan's Minions I'd come to the game with a foam pitchfork.
I hate 'em. Hate 'em, hate 'em, hate 'em. I look at our school, and I see our teams constantly having to play crucial games at supposed "neutral" sites. I don't see any gifts like playing for a title 30 miles from home. I don't see anybody gagging free throw after free throw down the stretch like Memphis did for them last year. It eats at my gut throughout the year.
But I could not help but grudgingly admire what Kansas did to us tonight. We threw a few haymakers at them and appeared to really do some bruising to their spirit. It's 22-8 and it looks like we might really keep them at arm's length for quite a while. But then our old bugaboo appeared from the shadows: lousy free throw shooting. On a night when we needed everything he had, Ryan Wright strolled to the line and missed five consecutive free throws. Each could've prevented a KU run from expanding, none found the bottom of the nylon. The air gradually seeped out of the LNC as the Jayhawks turned into cold-blooded assassins.
You kept waiting for an ebb to this horrendous flow, but it never came. They outscored us 50-16 in one of the more disheartening displays I've ever seen from a good Sooner squad. We were fragile mentally because of Blake Griffin's absence, and Kansas never gave us a chance to counter their merciless assault. From 22-8 to 58-38 in 19 agonizing minutes. By the time we settled on a lineup sprinkled with reserves who REALLY got after it, we'd dug ourselves too deep a trench.
And then, just when it looked like we might have them on the cusp of collapse, the bugaboo appeared yet again. Cade Davis, who'd been pouring in teardrops from 24 feet in a blazing display of second-half marksmanship, missed two free throws that could've cut the deficit to two from four. We did eventually cut it to three, but we were spent. Our chamber was devoid of bullets, and a chance at our first undisputed conference championship since 1988 was gone.
Sickening. And to know that Kansas has played us twice since Blake Griffin's arrival and only had to put up with him on court for a measly five minutes let's me know that Bill Self sold his soul to the devil for good luck and a fiendish toupee.
SCORING BREAKDOWN:
1st - 20 [I was just a skinny lad, never knew no good from bad.]
2nd - 9 [oh the humanity.]
3rd - 11 [barf-eg-nugen.]
4th - 38 [but it's too late baby, now it's too late.]
PLUSES:
1. Cade Davis and Omar Leary: Provided energy at the guard position where there had been absolutely none. Crocker disappeared once again and AJ is once again ailing. Cade and Omar damn near brought us back.
2. Willie Warren: Another phenomenal effort, but too tall an order to take on the KU defenders single-handedly.
3. Jeff Capel: I like it when coaches take losses hard. You could tell he was hurting on the radio.
MINUSES:
1. Dexter Pittman: Oaf.
2. Sherron Collins: First Abrams, and now Collins. I know how our opponents must have felt early on when Austin Johnson was raining in threes from all over.
3. Free Throw Shooting: I was worried it would get us eventually. It hit us hard tonight.
4. Turnovers: 16, with the lion's share coming during a stretch where all our guards tried to do too much. The paint was a den of thieves for much of the night, and we're not strong enough with the ball to get things done against a defensive juggernaut like Kansas.
Well, I'm worried. I'm worried because losses can really mess with the mind of a down team. We've got a few days off until we travel to Lubbock. Do we get our mind back right and go dominate an inferior team, or does this thing fester? I hope we'll have Blake back and things can fall back into place for the tough stretch run. We've gone from the penthouse to the possibility of the 3rd place outhouse in the conference race and a date with that dreaded 8:30 quarterfinal game in a matter of two days. It's a nasty feeling, and I hope we see a ship righted on Saturday in Lubbock.
I've got all the faith in the world in Jeff Capel, and I'm eager to see how he attacks this malaise. It could tell us a bunch about the future of our program. I'm ready to see it.
Thank you for your time.