(sigh)
Here we are again at my favorite time of year with enough basketball about to be televised to put me in the zone. I love it. I never cease to be amazed at the upsets -- the underdog team that brings just enough to slay the giant; the "star" who fouls out in the first few minutes of the second half or who can't seem to find the hoop in the biggest game of his college career. Or the wonderful moments when a team like George Mason last year or Winthrop this year comes out of nowhere and makes our jaws drop. There's nothing like college basketball.
But where in the world are some of the players coming from? Have you noticed the names of some of these guys? There's Mamadi Diane (pronounced Ma' ma dee Dee ah' knee) and Tunji Soroye from Virginia; Bambale Osby (Bom' bah lee Os' bee) and Ekene Ibekewe (Ee key' knee E bek' way) from Maryland; Daye Kaba from Boston College; Mustafa Abdul-Hamid from UCLA; and on and on and on. But no matter. Their hearts are in the game, and that's why college hoops are so much better than pro basketball. They're playing for the team, the school, the coach and lastly for themselves.
(sigh)
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