TrueHoosier62

Ooops.

I don't think our team will be as flashy offensively as it has been in recent years, but overall, it ought to be more balanced and solid, top to bottom. Can't wait to see how things develop with DeBord and with Allen calling the shots now. If nothing else, there should be fewer stupid gambles taken during the game.

I got so tired of reading yesterday's breaking "reports", from so called insiders that I decided to do my own investigative research. I started with the premise that most of the insiders who claimed to know this person's mother, or that person's mistress, probably knew neither. It's conceivable they did, but not likely unless they were buying pleasure by the pound on a Friday night in Bloomington, but I digress. The point is, they probably knew no more or less than any of us. With that in mind, I decided to consult the highest authority in the land, and the most accurate prognosticator known to man, the Ouija board. I climbed up into my attic to retrieve the dusty old thing, along with several pieces musty old IU sports books and memorabilia. I found the ancient Ouija board hidden behind six boxes of never used Christmas lights, two bags of clothes I haven't worn in thirty years and Jimmy Hoffa's corpse. I came back down and placed it in the middle of my bedroom, surrounded by cream and crimson candles, their wicks flickering in anticipation. I began various incantations that called upon the dark lords of the underworld and powers of evil to bestow upon me the gift of foresight and divination. Slowly, almost imperceptively, the planchette began to move, my fingertips barely making contact. At first, it took me to the letter "Z", and my mind raced throughout its diminishing grey matter to identify a young coach whose surname might begin with such a letter, but I could remember nothing. Knowing that this board was ancient and most likely in need of calibration, I smacked the ever lovin' dogsh¡t out of it and started again. This time, there was no mistake, its' movements were much smoother, more deliberate and sure, and in no time, I was staring at the letter "B". To say I was exited would have been an understatement. Brad Stevens or Billy Donovan, we were going to win no matter what! Quickly, my hands were then taken to the other end of the alphabet, and hovered most assuredly over the letter "R"! "Holy hookers of the underworld; we're going to get Brad Stevens”!!!! From there, my hands raced feverishly across the board, stopping here for one letter, there for another and all in the space of perhaps ten seconds, (or the length of time it took this year's squad to turn the ball over). I sat there, my hands finally at rest, my heart heaving in my chest, sweat pouring from my brow and my brain a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions.....and confusion. For there on the paper beside the Ouija board, was the name "Branch McCracken". Clearly, I need to get a new board.

This sounds like something I'd have written. lol. God help us all.

If we were fortunate enough to land Donovan, that'd be a great get for us, and we'd all be tickled shitless, but let's face it, if Glass were to trot out Stevens, the roof would blow off this state.

The NBA is like the world's best looking, best equipped and talented hooker. It's difficult for some coaches to come back to the college atmosphere and date the pimpled girl from the third floor of Briscoe. I'd be surprised if either Stevens or Donovan are willing to change "neighborhoods".

This is known as a conundrum, and one that many IU fans are in these days. I wonder though, what if Alford were to win it all this year with UCLA, (not going to happen, but hey, for the sake of discussion), would those who are adamantly apposed to his being offered the job, relent? Personally, I'm indifferent on the subject. I just want to see us feared by the rest of the nation come tournament time. Whoever can accomplish that the fastest and with the most honor and integrity, gets my vote.

As far as I'm concerned, if we get either Donovan or Stevens it won't matter who leaves. No doubt there are players on the current roster whose style of play or demeanor wouldn't mesh with either coach's approach. Either coach could compensate for the loss of talent with shear teaching skills, (especially Stevens), and I've got to believe could still bring in good recruits even late in the spring/summer. In the end, new coach, new beginning, renewed patience.

The Harbaughs (and most Kentuckians) should adopt the Helen Keller approach to life; "If you're incapable of listening, or utterning anything intelligible, do all of mankind a huge favor and walk in to a brick wall somewhere".

As if I should give two sh¡ts about what the Harbaughs think....

So did Tom Crean.

Lolololol

Much as I'm happy to see IU as releived as a sailor at Madame Sophie's house of a thousand tissues; I'm still not convinced about Freddie Glass' abilities. 1.) Who does he bring in to replace Crean? What if he brings in another mid major turd? 2.) Did Glass actually fire Crean of his own accord, or were his balls so firmly caught in a Trustee's vise that he had no choice? These and other interesting questions are yet to be answered.

Laughing my @$$ off here in my office at this one. lol

Two injured Marquettes

I wonder if we offered Madonna some money, or hell, a Snickers, if she'd provide, ahem, a service, to entice Bill Donovan....

I'm thinking this site may crash today.

I'm thinking this site may crash today.

A thousands posts of hate will do that for ya. lol

"Free at last, Free at last, Thank God Almighty we're free at last!"....

I've got such wood right now, I hope I can hold it till I get home. lol

Crean, the floater.

Saying someone has a huge sack is only relevant if what they used it for was a just cause. Otherwise, they're only trying to make a name for themselves. When I heard Bob Knight's comments the other day, about hoping everyone associated with the University who was a party to his dissmissal "was dead", Miles Brand immediately came to mind. Karma was certainly at play there.

Not one damned thing. lol

My sphincter muscle is clenched tighter than a sheep's a$$ in Kentucky