whomping #8 Tennessee by 14. I mean, this is not the old Big East program that challenged the UConn team of 2002. Yes, they’re 7-1, but they lost (big time) to Georgetown and can really only point to their 5-point win over struggling Penn State as a victory of any significance. The win did earn the Hokie’s Vanessa Panousis espnW Player of the Week honors.
I am not here just to motivate those kids, and they know it. Something has to start clicking for them, because I can go stand on my head, and they can figure out what they need to do. I thought in the first quarter we came out and got after it, but then after that we just kind of settled. I don’t know the answer, or I would fix it. Now we go on the road, which will help us get more focused. I’m not giving up on this basketball team, but we need to get a lot more disciplined, and maybe going on the road will help with that.
And, if you’re looking down the road – be in the next few games (Stanford & Oregon State) or next year’s recruiting class – things look bleak. Michelle and Susie Arth talk about Tennessee’s recruiting woes, but I feel like they’re avoiding the real problem: coaching. Not only has Warlick not shown herself to be an effective leader, but Tennessee’s committed to her for four years, which means they’re in this for the long haul. For a season that started with such optimism, things are looking pretty bleak in Rocky Top land.
#4 Baylor took care of business against Grambling . Still undefeated, they’ve handled USF, DePaul and MSU. It will be interesting to see how they deal with (currently) undefeated Miami, inconsistent #21 Oklahoma and #5 Texas. I’m not quite buying Texas yet – though I want to. Yes, it was a 66-56 win over Arkansas-Little Rock, but the fact that they were down 13 doesn’t fill me with optimism.
Marist is happy to be playing in the MAAC – they’re 2-0 there.
Down the road, it was Omaha over Eastern Illinois. I’m not saying the Mavericks are going to win the Summit, but they’ve been so bad for so long, winning should be celebrated.
Every year in Mozambique, 17,000 adolescents are newly infected while another 4,500 die. And perhaps most startling, three out of five people there have HIV and don’t even know it.
I often think about who would still be here if we had started talking about this awful disease years ago. I think about my uncle. I started playing basketball as a young girl, mostly because my mother’s brother was a star point guard. Through him, I also fell in love with the game. And after his own career ended, he became a coach and put me on the path to playing professionally. He was my inspiration in everything I did on the court. Without him, I’m not sure I’d have made it to the professional level.
When I was in the WNBA, I would return home during breaks in the season to see my family. In later years, my uncle was a different man. He developed a drug addiction and, likely through sharing needles, a case of HIV. He went from being this big-time athlete to spending nights in the locker room because he had no money. He was so stoned that after practice, he’d just get lost. Sometimes I’d see him on the street, begging for change.