Wayne Selden's concentration comes and goes, like the glow of a lightening bug at night.
When it surges on, it is beautiful to behold.
When it fades off, Wayne becomes hard to see in the darkness.
Let Pastor jaybate 1.0 now lead the flock in a short basketball prayer...
Almighty Basketball God, in scoreboard heaven, where the home team always wins, even inspite of apparent earthly recruiting embargos and asymmetric refereeing, we thank thee with all of our humble, mortal hearts and minds for allowing Wayne to get one of his low concentration games out of his system against a cupcake, instead of against a Texas, Kentucky, Oklahoma, or Iowa State. Please, dear merciful Basketball God, let Wayne have all the rest of his low concentration games against cup cakes, or against cellar dwellers, or against 16 seeds in the Madness. Amen.