Ol' FEBUK

Now, I must admit, Gene P. and I agree on most everything regarding sports. It wasn't tough, with me cramming UK and the Cubs down his throat (clean it up!) since he could walk. Oddly, he always had a knack for picking favorite players that I would then steal from him and claim as my own the minute I hit the high school hallways while he was mired in the moron-infested classroom of SSM (i.e. Sammy Sosa, Anthony Epps, Nomar). So, I have to say I agree with him (and many others) on his problem with Billy G's answers to a lot of serious shortcomings on our b-ball team.

Billy, you aren't in Texas anymore. "We got whipped" isn't an answer after losing to Ole Miss by what should have been more than 5. I listened to the pre-game of the South Carolina game in the shower (best Xmas gift ever), and Billy had ZERO answers for the Ole Miss game, at one point saying, "We got whipped. Everybody wants answers, but sometimes the other team just whips you." In my class, that answer would garner a 2/30 (the 2 points for putting ink to paper).

So, what about Lil' Ricky? Well, if you read the Courier today, you would have seen the article where Pitino addresses the shortcomings of his team after their dismal (and there's no other way to cut it) performance against the best team in the nation. His answer:

Pitino rattled off transition defense and turnovers as two areas in which the Cards need improvement. He also said the players still tend to let offensive struggles affect the rest of their games.

"Seven times for layups we didn't rotate to the inside," he said about the UConn game. "And it's always the guys that missed the shot, it's always the guys that were having bad nights."

Holy shit. Quantitative statistics that were actually researched from the game before. I will say this about Rick; he's like a good mechanic because if he finds the problem, he will fix it, you're just not sure if he's shootin' you straight.

Look, Clyde may be the best toughener in the world, but I am starting to believe Sean's theory about Gillispie's practices being nothing more than him and his coaches slinging basketballs around the gym, screaming at the guys to, "Get after it!"

Apparently, Ramon gets to every one.