Let's talk about basketball, Kentucky and character development.
The best players winning won't ruin basketball. It can't. Talent will always have an enormous influence on who wins in basketball because one or two transcendent talents can move the needle in college basketball more than in football, or baseball, or any other sport.
To say that UK's new concept of recruiting a large conglomerate of talent will somehow make college hoops devoid of character development is, in my estimation, unlikely. If you remove the Jayhawk bias we all carry for a moment, think about the season that Aaron and Andrew Harrison, Dakari Johnson, Marcus Lee, Julius Randle and James Young have had for a second.
They arrive in Lexington as the greatest recruiting class in the history of the free world, or whatever they were called. Maybe they had it in their head that it would be easy. The world was going crazy around them.
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you
Maybe they had dreams of coasting through the season and having vanquished opponents fall at their feet right after the opening tip. But that's not what happened. The season was hard. Their bravado was mocked across media reports. Their work ethic was questioned. Their dedication. Their commitment. Their character. Their heart.
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
Everytime they struggled, someone, somewhere was writing an essay, or a blog, or a news story about how they were overhyped, undeserving, too cocky, etc. The success didn't come immediately. They had to wait. Wait and listen. Listen to everything being said about them on every channel and in every newspaper, and on every sports show.
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
There were probably times where those initial lofty ideas, the ones about going 40-0, seemed like a fools errand. I'm sure those dreams seemed like cruel nightmares. I'm sure in a lot of those moments both they and their coaches felt like everything was falling apart and everything they had worked for was just a joke.
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
Character is built through hardship, and revealed in the most trying of times. I'm sure that there were some hardships for that freshman class, many that we observed and probably quite a few that we didn't see at all. I'm sure that on the morning of March 2 when those freshmen woke up after losing to a South Carolina squad that was sitting at 11-18 on the year, and just a few days removed from a loss to an Arkansas squad that was very much on the outside looking in at the tournament, those kids probably had to question themselves a bit.
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
But isn't that what makes you grow up? Isn't that what makes you into a man. Just because they were McDonald's All Americans when they arrived in Lexington didn't forestall the potential for growth. I don't know any of their parents, but I would estimate that the sons they left in Lexington back in August are much different today than they were then.
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!