It figures it would take something anger-inducing to get me back in the writing spirit. Thanks again, Duke. You make it so easy to hate you – time and again.
We won’t belabor this one. It’s quite simple, really. Coach K. needs to STFU. I woke up this morning to Mike and Mike, as is typical for me. I had not seen any highlights of Virginia’s win over the Blue Devils. I caught up quickly and listened to the “debate” of the morning – all about court-storming and player safety and all that jazz. From the discussion, I painted a picture in my head of the scene in Charlottesville. Then, I read Coach K’s comments in stories like this one and countless others.
Of course, with an entity such as Duke, it’s easy to mindlessly jump to conclusions. Shut up, babies. Sore losers. What a load of crap, let the kids have some fun. Right?
Well, yes and no. You see, I try to be fair even in my occasionally biased distaste for certain players or teams. How can you even have an informed opinion of any sort without watching the tape? So, I watched the tape anticipating a somewhat chaotic scene in which Duke players were forced to wade their way through a mass of likely-drunken, but probably somewhat orderly, Virginia undergrads. Maybe I’d even find a moment or two within the video footage to empathize with Coach K. despite the fact that much of his bitching probably had to do with bitterness about the loss.
Riiight? Yea, so I watched this one. Then, I watched again. Aftewards, I watched other longer clips at places like Deadspin. I was waiting for the punchline. The hidden video that revealed any potential shred of merit Coach K.’s comments might have carried. My only reaction? Really??!! No, really??!! Are you -fin kidding me? That was the most orderly court-storming I’ve seen in recent memory. I’m sorry, was the quickly and perfectly-executed yellow wall of security guard entwined arm-in-arm not orchestrated to your liking? Was the fact that your team was able to calmly and easily walk through the handshake like entirely behind a wall of bodyguards before casually strolling towards the locker room not comforting enough? What alternate universe do you live in where you could not acknowledge the sheer efficiency in which the celebrating crowd was kept COMPLETELY apart from your visiting Blue Devils?
Coach K. is getting a ton of crap today, and maybe it’s overblown. But, when you make comments like that…and then you see tape like this…it’s hard to feel like the vitriol is anything but perfectly warranted.
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