Out of 347 colleges and universities that tip off the season, the NCAA Tournament is now down its ultimate showcase, the Final Four. With stealthy Kansas getting knocked out like Debo by Ali Farokhmanesh and the superb Cinderella crew at Northern Iowa, drop-dead gorgeous Kentucky getting pimp slapped by Don Magic Bob Huggins’ 1-3-1 West Virginia half-court “D” and Syracuse’s intimidating zone being chopped down from its Mount Rushmore elevation to Bushwick Bill height, courtesy of the relentlessly solid Butler Bulldogs, the Madness is now left with its sole top seed, the Duke Blue Devils.
When it’s all said and done, as the confetti falls while CBS drops the One Shining Moment curtain call, will Duke still be singing this? Cue the music – Read More »
The Dunk! The Ram! The Slam! The Bong! Whatever you want to call it, it’s an art form, birthed on the playground, that has revolutionized the way the game is played. And no two teams, as collective units, were more responsible for furthering the evolution of the aerial game than Texas’ Tallest Fraternity and Louisville’s descendants of Dr. Dunkenstein.
It seems only fitting that they’d meet in the ‘83 Final Four, in a game that was so scintillating in its elevation that it prompted a courtside sportswriter to pass a note down press row that read, “Welcome to the 21st Century!” Read More »
Basketball, broken down to its simplest compound, is about scoring more buckets than the team you’re playing against. The Semi-Automatic refers to players who leave bodies in their wake with their innate ability to get buckets. And once upon a time, in the not so distant past, New York City and Madison Square Garden were routinely treated to the genius of one such weapon named Allan Houston. Read More »