@HighEliteMajor
Yup, some kind of lack of love, or maybe too much, as I will spec on later.
I thought we were past this with Svi and Malik, but today sure makes you wonder.
I know the "narratives" about the black eyes (Svi and Mitch), but, well, who thinks that if players were fighting at practice, or in the locker room before the game, that Self would come out and admit to that?
All we can say is we've got two players that need to wear raw porter houses on their eyes, and we've got Svi and Malik evidencing something other than conventional behavior among teammates intermittently during the season.
And we've got a coach that is starting not one, but two guys with fewer stars than the guys he is asking to become back ups.
And we've got a team going in for a total rebuild in first place in February.
And we've got a coach saying this IS a long term change.
And we've got Vick, a former starter who was having a GREAT early season with several 20 point games walking around with no pop, and largely unable to bend his knees on defense.
And Norm and Kurtis are sitting there leaning back so Self can't see them and giving those "I hope Captain Kirk knows what he is doing, because I sure as hell don't" looks.
And we've got Snacks, apparently delegated with trying to connect with Malik, on some level, any level, riding Malik's butt, or patting his butt, EVERY time Malik comes out.
This won't make me popular, but a lot of these problems have to go on Devonte; this is his team and he should never have let these relationships sour this far. Think back on just some of KU's point guards: Russell, Sherron, Tyshawn, Elijah, Frank and so on. Everyone of these guys were characters and plagued with personal problems on and off (except Frank, it seems), but all of them were absolute men when it came to their teammates. And Self recruits some incredibly wacky, strong willed teammates, too. Russ Rob stares could burn a hole through even Mario Chalmers and Brandon Rush and Sherron Collins. And when Sherron took over? OMG! Mr. Off the Court issues was literally a gunny on the floor. Sherron was down right scary, when he cut loose with the chest-thumping, cannibal shizzle. Everyone had a bone to pick with Elijah's play and whether he was really a point guard, but think of the cast of Caribbean pirates he kept in line. Who isn't going to listen to their point guard when the guy likes to give stiff screens. Tyshawn had a serious problem with him and TRob as the core that would not let Withey into the inner circle for a time, but then when Withey took the hit that made him look like a victim of gang violence, and kept playing, everyone said, ooooh, isn't Withey a man? But remember someone had to convince TRob to let some 7 foot stick into the inner circle, when TRob aka Superman, probably had felt like doing that to Withey a few times for blocking TRob's shot. The man who faced down TRob and said, "Superman, we need this guy to be one of us," was the artist of lightening himself, Tyshawn Taylor. Taylor had to convince his guys that they could win with Conner Teahan as their sixth man and fuggeddabout there not being any 7th or 8th men.
Here is the problem in a nutshell: basically, when the team huddles, its Svi and Mitch putting arms around guys and Devonte, Malik and Doke (and Vick when in) just stand their like who do these low-stars think they are hugging us?
You tell me what that's about. It could be about almost anything. It could be the talent gap. It could be the racial. It could be someone having stolen someone's girl. It could be three guys just not liking the cut of two guys jibs. It could be differing body odors. I'm not seeing the racial frankly, because these guys treat Marcus Garrett like the Mayor of Mayberry treats Barney Fife, too.
But the longer this thing with Svi and Malik goes on, the more it feels like a couple stallions bucking over a philly from the past. Oh, man, I hope not for these guys and the team's sakes; that is tough water to put under a bridge. I'm still sore as hell 45 years later about a guy that wrecked things for me and my blue-eyed blind sider in college, even though I should probably thank him for sparing me from having had to live with that kind of heart smasher. There's nothing rational about young love in college. NOTHING! Guys step on other guys toes and think nothing of it, because one of them has never been head over heels, while the other guy is in so deep he can't think clearly anymore! Then their pals feel they have to take sides.
Or maybe the team's just in a little slump. HA!
I don't know what's going on. I am just throwing darts in the dark here.
But something is NOT right...still.
And its going to have to get right pretty quick to save the ship as it is sailing waaaaaaaaay into the Battle of the Philippine Sea, where the kamikazes are going to come fast and furious from here on out.
Rock Chalk!