I cannot watch these games anymore. I got home from work late, had to run some errands, so I only caught the last three minutes of the first half and the first ten of the second.
I do not want to remember this team, this group of seniors, and this season like this. Wes and Jerel are marvelous players, tremendous competitors, and fine representatives of our institution. They are also completely, totally, and undeniably gassed. The tank runs out earlier every game; yesterday, it was around the 15:00 mark of the second half, when they both starting launching threes that never had a prayer of going in, and when the defense just disappeared. Tired legs means more jump shots and less movement on D. It also leads to 90-75 beatdowns that were much, much uglier than the final line indicated.
At this point, with Wes and 'Rel continuing to put in 40 minutes per, with the Black David Eckstein at the point (lots of guts covering up minimal talent), with Jimmy Legs the only option off the bench, and having played 17 Big East games ... we're like a punch-drunk boxer, capable of landing a few punches in short spurts, but unable to sustain a meaningful attack. We're just waiting to get knocked out, every game.
Goddammitall. This fucking sucks.