Basketball
Larry Brown Slowly Turning the Bobcats Into Tar Heels West
Brown has decided to keep Phil Ford and Jeff Capel (both UNC alums, in case you're just joining us from Mars) on staff with the Bobcats, and has added Dave Hanners, who served on the bench under Dean Smith and Bill Guthridge. (And also played backup point to Ford at UNC. And coached with Brown in Philly, Detroit, and New York. I assume you people already know all this, but somebody may need the remedial course.)
Brown, as the article headline says, is also trying to bring Doug Moe into the fold, as he's set to retire from his bench job in Denver. I wouldn't hold my breath on that one, though.
(Making this an actual post so as not to abuse the Fanshot feature of the new design and turn this whole blog into Twitteresque incoherency. The Fanshot thing is fun, though. Check it out.)
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Stepheson Transfers
As everyone has heard by now, Alex Stepheson has left the Heels to be closer to his family back in Los Angeles. He'll be missed. Personally, I was felt more comfortabe when he was in the game as opposed to Deon Thompson, even if it was more of a gut-reaction than anything else (Statistically, they were pretty similar). I leave it to less-hinged mines than mine to divine what this means about who's staying in the draft.
Stepheson was heavily recruited by UCLA and Arizona, and the Bruins are already salivating at the prospect of bring him back. But if I may make another suggestion, how about UC Santa Barbara? Sure it doesn't have the cache of a Pac-10 school, but it's right on the beach. There's great weather. A relaxed atmosphere. Arnold Schwartzenegger's signature on your diploma. Chancellor-issued statements imploring the students not to do porn. What's not to like?
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UNC Athletics Takes Over the Onion
I've been negectful in my Finest News Source reading of late - I didn't pick up last week's print issue of the Onion until tonight while I was picking up dinner. Which is why I'm probably the last to see this:

Nice to have an explanation - if only Hartz was actually on faculty. What kind of shoddy fake news is this?
Alas the Onion also has something to say about San Francisco's latest draft pick. From the list of Worst NFL Draft Picks of 2008:
Damn them for discovering our athlete's secret aquatic nature!
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Random Title with "Obama" and "NBA Draft" So That Google Will Love This Post
It took 21 days from UNC's last game until three players tossed their names into the hat for the NBA draft. It's another 51 until the deadline for withdrawing their name - June 16th. That's two days after the College World Series starts, and two weeks after the Stanley Cup Finals will have ended, if everything goes to seven games. Hell, the NBA playoffs may even be out of the second round by then.
Hence the political talk. Or more accurately, the political as it applies to Carolina basketball talk. Or more succinctly, will Obama's scrimmage effect recruiting?
No.
The cosmic alignment of a) a Democratic primary that stretched out so long the state of North Carolina actually mattered, and b) a presidential candidate young enough to run up and down a gym floor isn't going to come around every year. Or every four years. Frankly, it's going to come around as often as that leap year that's not supposedly a leap year but is a leap year because the year is divisible by 400. Which I suppose would be every 400 years. That's science.
In other words, when the great-great-great grandaughter[*] of Dean Smith is recruiting the great-great grandson of Tyler Hansbrough, then yes, UNC's awesome ability to bring presidential hopefuls in from a pickup game will definitely be a plus. (State will have to resort to reflected post-primary speech glory) Until then, well, with the political activism of your average eighteen-year old I don't think Obamamania is going to be a big concern.
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I Hate Hyatt Hotels
At least their internet access, which is apparently transmitted by telegraph, and for which I'm paying an exorbinant twelve dollar a day for the privlege.
This means that I'm unable to write about Kentwan Balmer for Niners Nation at the moment, or Connor Barth for any Chiefs fans who happen to be aware he's been signed. Nor can I speculate wildly about the NCAA rules Barack Obama may have brought down upon the Heels by playing a little pickup ball. Or worry about the fact that the Gamecocks are trying to poach Sylvia Hatchell. Come on, you don't want to coach on a court with that giant, maroon state on it, do you?
But if that's not enough to worry about, you can add the fact that UNC's athletic success may not be increasing the university's place in the world. A new study reported by Inside Higher Ed says that male alumni of collegiate teams give more to the university when their former teams win conference championships, but that overal donations are down when football and men's basketball teams are more successful. Of course, as others have pointed out, the school in question is almost certainly Princeton, and probably shouldn't be applied outside of New Jersey. Sorry, Duke.
And hey! Larry Brown finally got that Carolina coaching gig he's always wanted!
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Didn't See That Coming
Hansbrough stays, Lawson, Ellington, and Green all declare for the draft without hiring agents. If I had to handicap the odds of various folks going pro - which I didn't, because who really needs my half-assed speculation - it would have gone Lawson, Hansbrough and Ellington, with Green not even making my radar. I'd bet at least two out of three come back for another year, but then again my analysis has already proven to be pretty close to worthless.
In other news, Johnny Dawkins has accepted the Stanford job, just a month or so after I wondered why he stayed on the Duke bench. Tomorrow's news shoddily kicked around today, that's what Carolina March brings to you, loyal web viewer.
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Well Somebody's Going to an NBA Town This Weekend
If my referrer logs are any indication, most of my readership nowadays just cycles through Tar Heel Fan, Jackie Manuel Has a Posse and The Fifth Corner looking for word on the players going pro. Well, with my total lack of sources in Chapel Hill, it's only natural to assume I know what's going on - and I totally do. The following players are declaring themselves eligible for the NBA dra-
Hold that thought. I've got to head to the airport to catch a flight to Phoenix. You know, by the time I get back the deadline to declare for the draft (midnight Sunday) will have passed anyway, and it'll be common knowledge by then. So why spoil it for everyone?
(As an aside, I really think the Chapel Hill-Durham area needs a better steak place, because if I never hear about another potential agent meeting at the Outback, it'll be too soon.)
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Apparently, There Are Rivalries Tougher than UNC-Duke
Reyshawn Terry, who's playing basketball for Aris Salonika in Greece, had his car firebombed by "five youths on motorbikes" while driving through a neighborhood partial to the team's rival, PAOK. Luckily, neither he nor his teammate Jeremiah Massey was hurt.
I'd start by asking around about folks who go by the nickname Firestarter, but I'm pretty sure in this case he has an alibi.
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The Thrill-a-Minute World of Journalism
Let's take a moment and pity the poor News and Observer intern who was tasked with the job of calling the parents of various UNC players. You know, just to catch up. See how everything's going. And maybe find out if their kids had shared any life-altering decisions with them. If there was anything that came to mind, anyway.
Ellington's and Lawson's folks wisely ducked the call, while Hansbrough's father let slip a cruicial bit of information that his son had broken his cell phone. Which totally means he staying. Or leaving. Or that there will be six more weeks of winter.
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In Which I Go Slightly Mad
Of all the NCAA losses, I probably remember the aftermath in 1995 the most. The entire campus had been incredibly cheerful in March - everyone had a skip in their step, a song in their heart and a beer in their hand. And as soon as UNC dropped the game to Arkansas, the weather changed, the temperature dropped, and everybody failed their Chemistry test that the professor really shouldn't have scheduled on Monday to begin with. It was my first experience with how the basketball team suffuses the atmosphere of the campus - I think it was a good two weeks before the place came back to life.
Anyway, a friend who had made the trip to Seattle e-mailed this around after the fact. This is what losing can do to the mind of a UNC college student:
Once upon a time there was a funny old man named Mr. Fiddle-Faddle. He was a funny old man indeed, for his back was so crooked that he had to walk with a stick. His beard was so long that he had to throw it over his shoulder like a continental soldier to keep from stepping on it. His voice was so old he had to hold up one of those little electronic jobbies to it in order to be heard. When he spoke his voice sounded just like a robot. When he would pass by the sandlot, all the little children would run and frolic about him and get him to talk so they could hear his robot voice. Mr. Fiddle-Faddle would speak to them and wave his cane high in the air. Then all the little children would jump him, beat him up, and take away all his money. Then they would dance away with it, scampering off to buy drugs.
After several weeks of this sort of treatment, Mr. Fiddle-Faddle became quite indignant. (Vocabulary word I: indignant) "I am awfully tired of them kicking my rear end every day and taking away all of my money to buy drugs. I think I will follow the Tar Heels on their Final Four trip to Seattle" And so, one bright shiny day, Mr. Fiddle-Faddle gathered all of his things into a small kerchief and began the journey to Seattle. (Vocabulary word II: kerchief)
Once he arrived in Seattle, Mr. Fiddle-Faddle was very happy. "I am so terribly happy to be here!" he exclaimed. "Now I get to see Carolina beat the flahookey out of Arkansas." But then Mr. Fiddle-Faddle became very sad. He realized that he did not have any tickets to see the game.
"I know!" Mr. Fiddle-Faddle exclaimed, "I will sell all of everything I have to the scalpers in order to get a ticket to the game." (Vocabulary word III: scalpers) So Mr. Fiddle-Faddle took out his old tattered kerchief and sold everything that was in it in order to get a ticket.
It wasn't long however, before the children noticed that Mr. Fiddle-Faddle had stopped coming past the sandlot. "He must have gone to Seattle to watch Carolina play basketball!" they said. "Let's all go to Seattle too so we can listen to his funny, funny voice and get his tickets and sell them for beer." And so they did.
Heartbroken, Mr. Fiddle-Faddle lay in a gutter with his back more crooked than it had ever been before. "My tickets are gone! Oh, woe is me! How will I ever see the Tar Heels play Arkansas now?"
As he was saying this, a certain basketball player named Dante overheard the poor man's story. Dante came around the corner and said, "Oh sir, I have pity on you. It is a shame that you cannot go to see the game." Dante pulled out a rubber mask and a basketball uniform. "Take my place on the court tonight. I've played at so many other games that I can't even count them on my fingers and toes! Dress up to look like me tonight, so you will have the opportunity to not only see the game, but to play in it as well."
So Mr. Fiddle-Faddle gleefully put on the uniform and went out on the court. Disguised as Dante, he was able to score 2 points, an achievement of which he was proud to his dying day.
And that is the reason why Dante and the whole Carolina team played like s**t on Saturday and royally got their a** kicked. (Vocabulary word IV: s**t) (Vocabulary word V: a**)
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