Thursday, March 23, 2006

Dan Monson

Wow people were calling for the head of Dan Monson this week. I think it's natural for many of the deeply-rooted fans to want a move in another direction. Obviously, we all gave him a free pass for a few years after the cheating scandal. When we got him, we were yet to even see the conclusion of the investigation, yet stuck on the memories of regular success and hopeful no drop in progress would be too abysmal.

As fans like myself, we've suffered as much as the coach, the athletics department, and the players during this trying period. Many of us were too optimistic, thinking as soon as our NCAA probation was over, the U should go immediately back to the top of the Big Ten annually and easily attract the top in-state players. While seven years is a long time, we were warned to be patient and that it would take time. Take a deep breath, people.

I've thought about whether to keep Monson was the right thing frequently during the last few months. That happens when you see a lack of effort, selfish play, confusion on the court, and the absence of a flowing offense. Part coaching and other things can be blamed on the quality of the players. Either way, they must be resolved by the coach next year.

People blame him for bad recruiting, but think of this. When he visits living rooms to recruit this spring and summer - he'll be talking to kids that were 8, 9 or 10 years old when Clem was kicked out of town and the U was on the national scene. How well would you remember those teams? I think it'd be foggy at best.
It was a time when kids had more posters of Michael Jordan or Kevin Garnett much more than Dusty Rychart. While they grew, the U was a blip on their radars. When they were old enough to gain interest in the U's program, the team stunk, the Barn's atmosphere sucked, the university was associated with cheaters, and Monson didn't have a good reputation because the team wasn't winning.

Entering his third year without restrictions, Monson can now change the face of this program. With a full set of scholarships, he should continue to be less reliant on transfers or selfish self-proclaimed superstars he'll get for two years and must playing immediately. Those guys are not the answer.


It takes time to build a team with mid-level talent - just look at the NCAA tournament. Good teams need enough players where underclassmen have time to build camaraderie and teamwork, and a couple of seasons of riding the pine and working hard in practice before they log heavy minutes. That's what builds a strong, gritty, eager, and team-oriented player who has a heart for the program and knows he has only a few chances to make an impact. He's a player who knows that during every minute, he must give it his all or he'll be back on the bench while the coach gives another up-and-coming player a chance to perform. I think we are just entering a period where Monson has the freedom to do that.

I don't know what to expect next year, but I don't feel this program would be in a better spot with a coach like Rick Majerus, Mike Davis, Steve Lavin, or others.


It would still take time - and we must still be patient.

Friday, March 10, 2006

Tick, tick, tick...

It's not exactly on my mind frequently, but my god you need to be aware of this. Does this make anyone else think that we're (I mean , our generation) is fucked?

U.S. National Debt at 4:12 CDT on March 10, 2006:

$8,282,803,602,172.36 and counting...

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Remembering Kirby

I'm rarely one to feel any sadness over the death of a professional athlete, but the news about Kirby Puckett sank my spirits like no one before him. He was more to me than just another player who excelled in a given sport. His smile, personality and friendliness were infectious - and couldn't help but draw the attention of kids like me in Minnesota. He was the identity of the Twins, the reason I'd urge my father to go to the ballpark and buy a ticket. The shock of yesterday was so sudden and unexpected; his memories in my youth still so fresh. Even right now, I can hear "Kirbeeee Puckett" across the loudspeakers at the home games or imagine seeing him step into the batter's box, crossing his body in prayer right before the pitch. He's responsible for some of the brightest memories of my childhood. It's a faint memory, but I remember standing next to my mother in 1987 and watching him wave to fans in the celebration parade after the 1987 world series. In 1991, I remember jumping up and down and screaming at the top of my lungs with my father after his 11th inning game-winning home run Game 6 sailed into the seats below. When he officially retired and said goodbye to fans, I struggled to hold back tears from the stands. In junior high, I got to shake Kirby's hand once while I unexpectedly crossed paths with him at a local produce store in Chisago City, Minn. He was as honorable as ever, my body and hand shook in awe like I was meeting a saint. I was much too overwhelmed to say anything to him. He's the kind of player you hope lives forever, one who you can tell your kids about someday. I hope I never forget what he gave to me.

Thursday, March 02, 2006

Serenity Now

I woke up this morning and didn't think about it. I went and worked out - again, didn't think about it. Then I worked for a couple hours - nope. But then it hit me - I'm not in Miami today.

This exact time last year, I was working my ass off and having the time of my life at the Ford Championhip at Doral. It was like a dream -- skipping class for a couple weeks, fly to Miami, and hang out at the PGA TOUR event with Tiger, Phil, Sergio, and others. Just think -- free food and drinks for two weeks and crash in a 5-star resort with a $400/night hotel room. A fricken waffle cost $16!! Damn, that was the life. Hell I even got paid for it all.

The 2006 version teed off today -- this time with Tiger and an even better field. It's the top field of the year so far on tour, and probably ranks right up there withe U.S. Open and the Masters. My former boss is the tournament director and he has aruably become a South Florida celebrity. He's getting praised over and over for bringing the tournmaent back to life. It had faiiled to attract top players for years - and public interest was definitely waning. In 2006, he motivated 6 of the top 10 players in the world to come - including Tiger. During the final round, Tiger and Phil were squared off - and we all felt like it was the Super Bowl. What an exciting day - and I had a front-row seat! I even got to shake hands to congratulate Tiger after he won on the final hole.

I got an invite to go back this year, but had to pass it up. And now I'm sobbing all over my keyboard at work.

Serenity Now

I woke up this morning and didn't think about it. I went and worked out - again, didn't think about it. Then I worked for a couple hours - nope. But then it hit me - I'm not in Miami today.

This exact time last year, I was working my ass off and having the time of my life at the Ford Championhip at Doral. It was like a dream -- skipping class for a couple weeks, fly to Miami, and hang out at the PGA TOUR event with Tiger, Phil, Sergio, and others. Just think -- free food and drinks for two weeks and crash in a 5-star resort with a $400/night hotel room. A fricken waffle cost $16!! Damn, that was the life. Hell I even got paid for it all.

The 2006 version teed off today -- this time with Tiger and this time with an even better field. It's the top field of the year so far, and probably ranks right up there withe U.S. Open and the Masters. My former boss is the tournament director and he has aruably become a South Florida celebrity. He's getting praised over and over for bringing the tournmaent back to life. It had faiiled to attract top players for years - and public interest was definitely waning. In 2006, he motivated 6 of the top 10 players in the world to come - including Tiger. During the final round, Tiger and Phil were squared off - and we all felt like it was the Super Bowl. What an exciting day - and I had a front-row seat! I even got to shake hands to congratulate Tiger after he won on the final hole.

I got an invite to go back this year, but had to pass it up. And now I'm sobbing all over my keyboard at work.

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

Hump this

Hump day? Well, we're over the hump baby. March 1st. It hit 43 degrees today, and that baseball fans means the God paid the gas bill and we're gonna be hitting 50, 60 and 70 soon! Take that winter, take that snow. This global warming thing ain't so bad after all. God bless you Mr. President for being pro-greenhouse gas and not signing that Kyoto agreement! Keep it pumping!