Wednesday, April 01, 2009

Wow. Color me impressed. Calipari hit a home run in his presser today. His passion and desire to coach the Kentucky basketball team and to do so with class and reverence for our past had to strike a cord with almost every UK basketball fan. He spoke eloquently, was funny and was honest.

I really like this guy.

I think...no I will predict. He will hang 2 banners in his 8 years here. And hopefully get more in the second half of his stay.

Basketball season is going to be a lot of fun this fall. I can hardly wait.

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Shifting of the Gears

Alright, time for a shift. I will post more often. I must. I need it. And with all that is going on in Kentucky basketball, I need it more than ever.

Gillispie gone, Calipari maybe?

I love it. Not that I had anything against Gillispie but for some reason I always was uneasy with that hire. Something just did not feel right to me. I like his coaching actually. I think he knows basketball as well as anyone. But, he was not right for us.

Calipari also knows basketball but more than that, he knows how to handle boosters, media, fans, and administration. Plus, he's a great recruiter.

For some time now, I have felt that Kentucky basketball was like that old oak tree in my grandpa's front yard. I grew up in that tree. It was huge, perhaps as big as a car if memory serves me correctly and it was great shade for the front yard with wide ranging branches. I literally mean that I grew up in that tree. I climbed it, sat under, swung from it, and loved it.

One year it got hit by lightning. At first we thought it was fine but it slowly began to die and decay. Many times my grandfather talked about needing to cut it down or do something but we couldn't bring ourselves to do so.

Several years later, after my grandfather had died and I had been through college I went back. The grand ole oak was a shell. Rotted, broken and dying. Sadness engulfed me as the memories of the tree and what it had meant to me flooded back. It was still a tree but a shadow of it's former self and not much to look at.

Twenty feet from the broken, rotted shell was a slender, young sapling. A new oak had sprung up from the seed of the old oak. I can imagine that years from now, others will get the same benefit as I got from the old tree.

Kentucky basketball will be back. I can see the evidence of it in the players and hope that the new staff will buy into the program and help it grow. If so, many others will enjoy it's fruit just as I enjoyed the company of that old oak tree.