Self has done the impossible. He has apparently won a conference title playing terrible basketball for an entire conference round robbin, and without a single big man that can score back to the basket, or guys that can credibly drive it to the rim. And down the stretch he has done it with a team that lost its eye for the three point shot.
And now the most improbable conference title of all time may just as improbably be taken away from KU.
If Cliff Alexander were to have been found to be ineligible, then KU would probably have to vacate its wins this season and so its improbable title.
To lose a conference title, because you played a guy as your second or third center would be the pinnacle of irony.
And irony would surely be the definitive left motif of this most amazing and bewildering season.
And, yet, the very freakishness of this freakiest of seasons makes me wonder if this remarkably resilient bunch of Jayhawks may now only be fulfilling their destinies as the reincarnation of Merrill's Marauders on the basketball floor.
All looked lost for this team again and again this season.
But always it bounces back.
How it won a game today after discovering that all of its work might have gone down the toilet because of this thing with Cliff is amazing.
There seems no doorway forward through this.
The team seems stranded on a mountain jungle trail trying desperately to make it to Myitkyina to fulfill its destiny. The trail seems to have given way in a landslide.
There seems no way through now.
And yet this is the moment that separates the teams of destiny from the others.
Total hopelessness is the final obstacle all teams of destiny must achieve at some point.
They must go on to Myitkyina even though all APPEARS lost.
They must go on, because that is the mission, no matter what the chances of making it are.
So: I told everyone it was going to get a lot tougher and now it has.
From here on are the stuff that legends are made of.
No team should be able to overcome this.
Not one in history.
But the mission still exists.
Myitkyina still exists.
The orders stand.
And so the young men will go there.
One or another.
And Self will lead them.
There is no other choice, even though the trail is gone they must find their way through the unknown now without landmarks. Just a plan. Without reliable elevations. Just directions.
It is on to Myitkyina.
"They're looking for us, for all of these months, and (Brigadier Gen. Frank Merrill) was brilliant. We all had our exact orders. We would move in a direction north, northeast, south, we all had proper tools to tell us where we were going, for exactly seven minutes and stop and break off a quarter of a mile or a mile away. Thirteen hundred miles of jungle fighting."
--Stanley Sasine, one of the last surviving members of Merrill's Marauder's, finally awarded his Bronze Star for service in Burma, after being refused for decades because of a paperwork error that made it appear he had not served
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