First, one of KU's two weaknesses is how short its starting front line is. I get to master the obvious out loud now, because Lon Kruger exposed this weakness for 55 minutes last night. And, no, I am not going to divulge the other, though most already recognize it.
Help. No. Enemy.
Self masks the "perimeter size issue" by swapping Greene and Svi in and out as often as the score permits (not as often as he probably would hope), and by switching the muscular Selden around on different taller guys, but the length issue is there as obvious as Boothe Hall obscuring the presence of Allen Field House in televised views of the old girl's front facade.
So: it was only a matter of time until some long 2/medium 3 with a dead eye from trifectaville that could also put it on the deck went off against KU's little perimeter BIG time.
Buddy Hield was the just the guy to do it.
But why in the name of all that is sacred in man to man defense did Bill Self answer The Human High Mobility Howitzer that is Buddy Hield with a guy--Frank Mason--that is a half a foot shorter?
Lots have been asking this question the day after having wondered it during the game.
The answer in the swelter of the game was not obvious to most but Self.
But after the 103 degree fever of that game has passed, it comes quickly clear.
And it wasn't entirely that at half time ever confident 6-0 Frank said, "I'll take him coach."
6-7 Brannen Greene, or 6-8 Svi Mykailiuk, could have said, "I'll take him coach" and Self would not have submitted to the longest experiment (a half and three five minute overtimes) in counter-intuitive defensive assignments since 6-2 Warren Armstrong (aka Warren Jabali) once upon a time was asked to guard a center, or two, not just jump center.)
The answer is that Self was following one of the oldest defensive strategies (or tactics if you prefer to talk in more localized terms) in basketball.
If a team cannot stop a good player on a great night, or a great player on any night, instead of focusing the entire defensive effort on that unstoppable player, the coach assigns one guy to him, figuring great player is going to torch no matter who guards him, and said coach focuses instead on holding down the other guys to offset the inevitable onslaught.
It works sometimes and not others.
Last night it worked barely.
KU really locked down the OU interior.
And what almost sunk KU at home was NOT Hield's 46, but OU's fine guard Jordan Woodard going off for 27!!!
You see the idea of assigning Frank to Hield the second half was not only to give Hield a different, up and under defensive approach, but Selden and Graham were supposed to strangle the guys they were re-assigned to. This was not accomplished in the case of Woodard. Woodard was supposed to wind up with something like 15 points the hard way.
But noooooooo!
Woodard's great play, frankly farther beyond his envelope than Hield was beyond his, was why KU almost lost one of the most memorable multiple overtime games in AFH in my recollection.
Many ask what was the decisive moment? What tipped the game to KU? A thread has even been dedicated to it.
My answer in the other thread was that this game was full of too much back and forth, too much brilliant maneuvering by coaches and too much never say die in too many players to declare a tipping point.
And that is what I believe.
But if you challenged my manhood and said, yea, but 'bate 1.0, get off the fence, man up, and pick a turning point, tipping point, etc., well, then I would not hesitate.
The turning point of the game was when Woodard fouled out.
Without Woodard, OU was never going to win that game in the overtimes without KU completely imploding, or the refs taking over the game completely in favor of OU.
Regarding refereeing, I know many board rats were outraged, and maybe I am just growing used to this sort of foul calling, but in the end, when they call 22 on us and 22 on them and we are both putting players on the floor for extended stretches, well, I just figure it sucks, but that is the way basketball is officiated in the apparent age of petroshoeco-agent complex reign. Compared to the ridiculous asymmetry in foul calling that we are going to face in the NCAA tournament, this was a gem of a job by the officials.
And in the zebras defense, something they deserve relatively little of IMHO these days, there really was a lot of brainy shizz going on on that court from the moment that it started getting really rough for a stretch the second half. These were two experienced teams with wily coaches that knew how to dish it out and take it, and do a lot of simultaneous fouling that the refs could not possibly call double fouls on often enough to stop the exploits. All that roughness was to referees kind of like both coaches and their teams laying a heavy smoke screen on a battlefield before the real advancing and clashing of combat took place for all the marbles down the stretch. Both coaches appeared rather macho about all of this. Self and Kruger were, after all, playing for the Okie Ball Crown, and they didn't want the contest decided in the end by a bunch of bungling referees of dubious objectivity in the current age. Self and Kruger appeared to be saying, we'll both foul so much that you striped weasels will have to swallow your whistles down the stretch, and we men of Okie Honor, will then coach and have our teams play the game the way it was meant to be played, so help us, Iba.
By the time the smoke screen was cleared, the refs were completely bamboozled by two of the craftiest coaches in the game today. Sometimes I almost thought Self and Kruger had jointly decided to show the NCAA and officials the level of exploits possible in their "new rules" and their old fashioned ways of enabling new rules that can be twisted into pretzels by referees come March to ensure a desirable TV product in terms of which teams advance and which are weeded out by the asymmetries of pretzel logic (are you reeling in the years?).
But no one will ever live long enough to get anyone to open up and talk candidly enough about contemporary officiating to know for sure what kind of monkey business is, or is not, going on, until there is true regime change and reform. And if there hasn't been that by now, after some of the disgraces of the last two March Madnesses, one wonders when such change could ever come, unless perhaps in the Roentgen soaked cinders and ash of Post WWIII?
Symmetrically bad officiating seems the best we can hope for, until that time, Eustiss, until that time.