Chicago Cub legend Ernie Banks used to say, "let's play two."
KU's response is: "Let's play a half."
First things second: I really liked EKU. I liked everything about their offense and defense and trifectation. I liked how their coach spoke at half time, like Norman Dale. I liked how clean and hard their guys played. I liked how even though each of our guys was twice as good as each of their guys was, their "team" beat our "individual talents" for 30 minutes. I found myself rooting for them at times, because they had actually learned to play together long enough to become more than the sum of their parts. They ran the weave better than we did. They shot the three better. They passed better. They dribbled way better. They were better at every aspect of the game that one can teach.
It was like watching my beloved '11-12 KU team vs. UK. They had learned to be the best they could be with what lesser talent they had and then they were worn down and beaten finally by a bunch of talent that had learned the most minimal aspects of team play.
And then I realized just how grotesquely perverted the game had become by the OAD rule, even at Kansas, the last hold out in the last basketball monastery in the last basketball Tibet.
And how much I wished it had not come to this; our exceptionally talented and wonderful KU PLAYERS and COACH thrown together like the finest food ingredients in the world to make a fast food meal in a one season microwave.
Make it stop! MAKE IT STOP!!
Let the best become the best they can be again. Let the great talents like Andrew Wiggins, Wayne Selden and Joel Embiid play at the levels of their talent on teams trying to become teams instead of talented simulations of teams. Let them skip college and play for pay so they don't have to stand around stumbling and bumbling for a half trying to play like a real team, only to have throw away the pretense the second half and resort to raw talent to get enough baskets to beat a real team.
All of which brings me back to KU PLAYING A HALF.
The second half they played "talent ball," not basketball and it was quite a spectacle at times. Andrew, Jamari, Perry and Tar all had their magnificent moments, after Self had curbed their talents the first half to keep them rested for game two this weekend.
They began doing the most awesomely talented things and inexorably won.
Yet it was a pitiful magnificence.
It was an admission that after 8 months together they still had little clue how to play as a team. They could still not run the stuff against a team of guys no one in the B12 would give scholars to.
No wonder Self, the fastidious genius, the basketball Mozart of the Midlands, is getting so paunchy. He cannot get this group to play as a team anymore than john Calipari can get his talent ballers to, and he knows it now--has probably known it for a month or more. The only way to win is Crimson and Blue AAU. So he bites his tongue and eats. And Snacks is there to keep the Bon Bons and the OADs coming.
The phenomenon is not unusual. A great leader masters a field at such a high level that his success takes him and his field into a transformation he never intended and that he finally finds so repugnant that he cannot follow to reap the long term rewards of. It is the King David myth played out before our eyes. Self has almost miraculously lead the kingdom of KU Basketball from the already considerable heights of Roy before him to some kind of pinnacle that finally is become a rich microcosm of what his brilliant resourcefulness is not necessary for any longer.
Bill's sustained brilliance has delivered KU to a level of talent so exceptional that it will be here such a short time that Bill's genius no longer can work its great alchemical wonders of team.
Now all that matters is reloading the OADs and developing the 4 and 5 stars to play good AAU ball with them for a half.
It is like watching Mozart reduced to leading the Boston Pops in an evening of Gershwin.
Oh, well, life goes on.
Who knows?
Maybe basketball Mozart will find a way through this looking glass, too.
Next.