Self took Utah and Krystowiak seriously enough to scheme a proper offense for his dwarf KU team to beat a solid Utah team that was strong in all the places that could trouble KU.
And KU responded by beating the tar out of Utah the first half, thus giving Self the opportunity he needed to partake in a war of wills with his bunch of basketball Billbo Baggins.
Team: Coach, we really like shooting the trey off action.
Coach: That's good to hear, but we're not going to do any of that the second half.
Team (hand wringing): But, Coach, we're too short to win inside.
Coach: Yes, you can, and you are going to. And you are going to today. I'm spotting you a 20 point lead. You've got to learn how to play against big men inside sooner or later.
Team: No, Coach, please don't make us try. PLEASE!
Coach: You're going to beat these guys inside, or you're going to lose to these guys inside. Its up to you.
Team: No, Coach, no!!!
Coach: The coach giveth outside action, and the coach taketh it away. Now get out there and win one inside. I'm only asking you to win one half inside. And starting with a 20 point lead. Come on you big bunch of babies. Anyone can win outside with action and the trey. That's not basketball. That's sissy stuff. It takes real men to win inside against footers with dwarves at the post--with 6-7 and 6-6 at the post.
Team: Please, please, please, Coach, don't make us going out there without any action!! No action? No ball screens? No treys?!!!!!!!!!
Coach: Win it inside. You guys have to learn how to win inside before we get to Texas.
Team: Texas? No, coach, no, you wouldn't!
Coach: Quit gripping your units and get out there. I refuse to be the coach of a team that can't score inside against anyone. Scoring inside is part of who we are!
Team: Please, pretty please, we will play defense as hard as you want us to. Harder. Well, help EVERYWHERE! But please don't send us out their without any perimeter action. Don't make us try to win inside. Please!
Coach: My mind is made up. Now get out there.
Self has titanium ingots in his scrotum.
Self challenged his team to beat a footer with a good point guard inside...without any treys...without any action...just on sheer determination and going inside the trey stripe again and again.
It was pathetic to watch, too.
First they tried half heartedly. Then when the coach just sat there letting the lead evaporate, they started disappearing. You could see their nut sacks shrink almost in unison.
"We can't," the team seemed to be saying.
"You can, " said the willful coach.
"We can't."
'You can and you will."
This game has to go in the "Best of Bill Self Letting'em Labor" gift set.
KU could have beaten Utah by 30 points, if they had kept running the scheme from the first half.
If anyone wonders how KU will beat some of the top teams in the country in March, the first half was a blue print.
But Self didn't care about that.
He wanted to and did use the lead as an insurance policy from State Farm to make them reach down inside themselves and find the courage to beat long guys inside that they had developed a mental block about being able to beat.
They just about didn't.
But in the end, the KU guys started playing defense with every fiber of their beings and kept getting stop after stop in the last minute and kept jamming it inside, when they feared they couldn't and made a few free throws walked out with a W by the thickness of a triplicate copy of their state farm insurance policy from the first half.
I have not seen Self this happy after a pre conference win since maybe his second or third season. Self was like a young coach again. He almost infarcted the last five minutes, but when the buzzer sounded and KU was ahead, he strutted around a like proud father that had just shown his son that he could do something he didn't think he could do.
I think part of the time Krystowiak had a hard time concentrating on his own team. I think Krystowiak was watching the coaching clinic by Self. I believe Krystowiak was flabbergasted that Self would even try such a thing, much less stick with it all the way to the buzzer.
I know I was.
Self let it all ride on red at the roulette wheel the second half.
And the boys, as badly as they looked, and as obviously wracked with self doubt about what he was making them do, some how reached down way, way, way deep and found away not just to win ugly, but win inspite of being scared to death.
Self is a genius.
Next.