Never mind the block-charge complaints or maddening flurry of fouls in last two minutes, our game of college basketball has been hijacked.
What highlights do you remember from season just ended? Anything come to mind?
Yes, we’ve seen the Cut The Net cash-in going on in Louisville — Cardinal crazies still celebrating and in no mood to share the trumpet with anyone wearing blue (last two NCAA titles belong to the Bluegrass State).
By extension and geography, Big Blue Nation is in this portrait anyway. UofL fans bask in the glow of the present, while Big Blue Nation fumes in silence and mumbles, “Can’t wait for number eight.”
Louisville is already projected as a candidate to repeat next season, but prognosticators have Kentucky preseason-ranked number one.
Our game, the one Kentuckians once compared to ballet — dream game of our childhood — has been hijacked, stolen, and twisted into bad Hollywood.
The culprits? Last to first :
Network guy-in-the-truck decides what you see and hear.
Next, perception made into reality. Network guy-in-the-truck has decided a ball coach who takes his rant beyond his box is entertainment. Brad Stevens with his arms crossed is boring. Likewise, Mike Krzyzewski sitting next to Wojo.
But, Tom Crean pacing like a monk who’s lost his crucifix in the orchard grass, now that’s entertainment.
Next, mind-numbing timeouts. The network is guaranteed four a half. Ball coach cabooses his onto the TV stop. Does anybody watch a television commercial today? Ever?
2. The NCAA.
Doomed to obsolescence. First signs? Conference affiliate shuffle is the death rattle for the beleaguered, bloated and outdated bureaucratic NCAA too long fixated on profits and overwhelmed by those who still find ways around its outdated and fat rules book.
College football and basketball becoming powers unto themselves are gravitating toward a super league with a payroll for athletes department.
3. Athletic apparel companies.
Shoe company involvement on campus may be the genesis of the downward spiral of college football and basketball as we know it. It began when ball coaches began accepting bribes, uh, “free shoes for my players” while college presidents shrugged and saw no harm coming of it.
Next, the Prophet of Doom. Shoe marketer Sonny Vacarro, a wolf dressed in sheep’s clothing, became a crusader and maybe first to say aloud, “Shouldn’t the players get a piece of the action?”
4. Fanatical Element.
Rougher, tougher, beat their brains out!
Embodied most recently by ex-Rutgers coach Mike Rice, his gutless boss Tim Pernetti, and bully-assistant Jimmy Martelli, the win-at-any-cost element is on the rise is not an anomaly.
Ball coaches have to win and anything goes. How many games did we see last season where players grabbed an opponent’s jersey, pushed off, fouled harder than necessary? Stopped counting, did you?
5. Finally, college presidents.
Gave away keys to the kingdom long ago.
• Calipari at Kentucky pioneered the new way to championships. Sign up an all-star team of mercenaries, never speak the words student-athlete lest everyone within earshot burst out laughing. And win games.
• Rick Pitino was paid $5.7 million this year. Louisville’s national championship got him a $425,000 bonus which, writes Curtis Eichelberger of Bloomberg.com, is about 70 per cent of University president James Ramsey’s salary, $600,000.
“To put this in perspective,” Eichelberger says, “it can be argued that Pitino is worth every penny. The basketball program brings in more than any other college basketball program. Its $40.9 million in revenue for the 2010- 11 school year was $12.0 million more than the next biggest-money maker, Duke.”
College basketball, “dream game” in Kentucky is no more.
And so it goes.