10.Mar.2011 Basketball: Pac-10 Tournament (OSU vs Arizona)
Everyone has some egg on their face after this morning's breakfast. Or do we?
Eh. Fans can't be held accountable for knowing which of Sybil's 12 personalities (reference alert: Google is your friend) would show up last night. Beaver fans, and their cynicism of a Stanford blowout, are exonerated.
Personally, I'm more disturbed that I've become so emotional about Craig Robinson. I started out loving the guy for his recruiting prowess, then the love turned to anger after his dubious substitution patterns, and now I'm just up and down with every win or loss. It can't be this way…we need to choose sides. I'm withdrawing into the "needs one year with his own recruits" corner and staying there this time, dammit. Anyone have some shackles? Rope would suffice.
So today the Beavs take on Arizona at 2:30pm. The win versus the Wildcats earlier this season will at least remind the Beavs they can in fact beat this opponent. However, the teams took two distinct, divergent paths after that contest. The Beavers became known, nationally, as a dysfunctional mess–a "Bad News Beavers" of sorts–and their demagogue head coach suddenly found himself on the proverbial hot seat alert. Arizona, meanwhile, gelled and went on to win a conference title.
What will matter is how much growth and confidence can be had from a tournament win versus Stanford. Probably not much considering it was an 8 versus 9 game. I'm reminded of a fight I got into as a kid. I was about 5"8 at the time and knocked out a porky, 5"9 bully. Is that really a big deal? Like a zinc penny, it's worth something, but not a whole lot.
What I expect to see tonight is a fatigued Beav squad. We'll probably see more of the dreaded seniors for that reason, and we'll hate on Craig Robinson for it. I also anticipate Arizona getting every borderline call, while the Beavers sink further into madness and get every borderline…personality disorder? Would you like an order of borderline with your schizophrenia this morning, Mister Robinson?
The great thing about mental illness, so I'm told, is that some days you feel fantastic, many times coupled with delusions of grandeur. Come on mania, rear your beautiful head!
I can't believe this is what I'm left rooting for.
Oh well, Go Beavs?