Monday, March 18, 2013

Stagnant


I watched a basketball game the other night. The Georgetown Hoyas faced off against the Syracuse Orange in the semifinals of the Big East tournament. Full disclosure: the Hoyas are the basketball team affiliated with the university that I currently attend. That might explain any overblown, hateful bile I eventually eject towards the group one might expect me to hold so beloved.

The Hoyas and the Orange had faced off twice before during the season. The Hoyas won both games, the second of which was a complete blowout in which Syracuse score the least points in a game ever. For these reasons, it was expected that Georgetown would win again last Friday night. These pundits forget the perpetual disappointment that is associated with the Hoya basketball program during the postseason.[1]

So the Hoyas lost. And they deserved to have lost. They played quite terribly.

I've never seen a basketball team do what Georgetown did and expect to be successful. Three players stood at the top of the three point line whirl two stood on the baseline. The ball was passed between the three stationary players at the three point line and the two payers closest to the basket basically stood still and watched. Not to get to technical, but this is a terrible strategy, especially when the other team is player a 2-3 zone defense (as Syracuse famously does). Nobody went to the basket. Nobody tried to overload areas of the court to try to create mismatches. Everyone just stood still and waited. It was terrible to watch, even from an objective point of view, like seeing an old lady at the supermarket push with all her might against a door that she needed to pull. The Hoya fans with whom I watched were apoplectic.

The absolutely weird thing about the game on Friday is that Georgetown had dominated the previous games against Syracuse. Not only that, but they had played pretty fantastically during the rest of the season, finishing with one of the best records in the Big East and a top five national ranking. The genius "stand in one spot and pass the ball around the perimeter of the court" had somehow worked all year, which is a stunning testament to the amount of talent Georgetown puts on the floor.

Maybe Syracuse finally figured something out, resulting in a pretty stunning result. Maybe, as their dominant performance in the first half of their game against Louisville the next day would indicate, they got in a groove and were playing above their true level for a few games in a big tournament. Or maybe the Hoyas offense, although successful, is actually terribly and irrevocably flawed. I think it's the third one.

Who knew that standing around while waiting for something good to happen but never actually doing anything to enable something good to happen does not generally result in something good happening?[2] I certainly didn't.

It's a little funny how things can work out that way too, when we discover that something we think is so good is actually pretty terrible. I imagine this is how the Chinese felt when their government finally allowed McDonald's and KFC to build food shacks in Shanghai and Beijing, or how Republicans in the US felt when they finally heard Sarah Palin speak in public.

It feels good when we operate under the paradigm that what we are and what we do and what we believe in isn't stupid crap, right? Unfortunately that isn't the case. We might not never play a game in which we get shut out or run in an election during which we find out a vast majority of the voting public hates us and what we believe in. But those are the moment s worth having. Because, obviously, those are the moments we have an opportunity to learn from.

Maybe (hopefully) Hoya coach John Thompson III draws up a few plays for the big NCAA tournament. Maybe (hopefully) the throws in some pick and rolls or some slash and kicks to spice things up. Maybe the team will start to move, start to work for some points instead of waiting around for the other team to make a defensive mistake.

But that might not happen. Habits are hard to beak and it's easier to ignore our mistakes than acknowledge that we are wrong.

But what am I doing here on this blog if not perpetuating that horrible, whine-filled reality.



[1] That is a fact, not a hatefully biased opinion.
[2] It's called the whiny trust-fund kid offense, and it fits Georgetown University quite well.

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