There, somebody had to say it. College basketball sucks. It blows. It stinks and it sucks and it sucks and it stinks.

That’s why I watched about sixteen hours of it. I had to make sure it kept sucking. You know, you turn your head, shift your eyes, anything, and suddenly it might not be sucking.

OK, fine, it doesn’t suck. The NBA does, but that’s for another time.

It’s just that it’s March 29 and nobody I give a whit about is still playing. I suppose that’s what sucks.

On Friday night the Illini roared into Atlanta and couldn’t have started the game against Duke any better. They had great energy, they weren’t intimidated in the least. And then a couple of touch fouls and Deron Williams and James Augustine are on the bench and things started to look glum.

Duke played poorly for a half, and Illinois didn’t take advantage of it. At halftime, it was over. For all intents and purposes.

My dad has, for years, been of the opinion that Duke gets every call, and I won’t go that far, but they get a lot of them. Certainly more than anybody else. And Jake and the rest of Cracker Junction can debate that until the cows come home, but it won’t make it any less true. It was far more obvious in the Xavier game yesterday. How many bogus charges did Duke draw? What, a guy doesn’t have to be set anymore if his team has a “rep” as a defensive juggernaut?

And what is with Bill Raftery openly rooting for the Devils? What was more annoying, him playing the role of Dookie V yesterday, or Chris Duhon suddenly remembering to wince every time a camera was pointed at him? I think the whole “oooh my ribs are hurting—I’m such a martyr” thing was just an elaborate ruse to make him seem tough (when he’s not) and give him an excuse to stop shooting, since he stopped making shots sometime last year, anyway. I’ll tell you when you’re tough. It’s when your school doesn’t need to hold a press conference to tell people how tough you are.

I was very glad to see our toupee’d friend Bill Self and the Jayhawks get sent home without supper last night. At no time during the season did Kansas beat a team with an RPI higher than 25. Talk about the luck of the draw. As for Self, who really is a good guy, and really is a good coach, he might be getting a little tired of the Elite Eight. He’s taken three different teams that far in the past four years and gone home every time. Maybe they can name it after him?

The best game (though Kansas-Ga Tech was a good one) was Oky State and St. Joe’s. John Lucas played like crap for 39 minutes then made a huge two and an enormous three and won the game. I find it hard to believe though that we’re supposed to feel so good for Eddie Sutton. Sure, he’s a successful coach, but he ran the dirtiest program of all time when he was at Kentucky. We’re just supposed to forget that? Wait, I think Chris Mills just got another Fed Ex box full of twenties…

St. Joe’s was fun. They were a fun team. Phil Martelli’s a fun guy, and they were fun to watch play. I absolutely loved watching Delonte West. But have we ever seen a coach uglier than Martelli? Ever? Somebody said he looks like the dad on “Everybody Loves Raymond”. If I was Peter Boyle, I’d sue whoever said it. Phil’s just homely.


The Cubs were on TV not once, but twice this weekend and I think we all know what the highlight of th weekend was. Yes, sir. On Saturday night, Buck Coates came in to play some shortstop. I hope you all set your TiVos on record, because you’re going to want to show his first appearance to your kids on his Hall of Fame induction day in 25 years. And, if that wasn’t enough, Felix Pie played some centerfield on Sunday.

It was almost enough to make you forget that Regular Joe can’t break a pane of glass with his fastball this spring and that people are staring at Mark Prior’s legs like he’s Amanda Schull.

Almost.

The Cubs open a week from today in Cincinnati. Of course, we’ll have all the action live, starting at 1 p.m., so set your work schedules accordingly. We’ll also be doing a GameCast for the home opener a week later, Monday, April 12 against Pittsburgh, also starting at 1 p.m. Who says we’re not full service?

When Phil Rogers is the voice of reason…there is no reason left to voice. I guess it’s time to officially panic now. Go ahead…

The Bears are getting a fullback! Whoo! Wait, this guy’s not Casey Urlacher is he?

Marty Booker thinks the non-contact practices have too much contact. Quick, somebody help Marty, I think his skirt is bunching up!

This just in, hitters are afraid of Kerry Lee Wood. I think they should be very afraid. After all, he’s going to win the Cy Young this year. You can take that to the bank.

Sammy has a line-drive retardent head. Sweet.

Scott Shoeneweis is bad.

Huh? Jannero Pargo has a big package? Huh? How nice?

Scottie Pippen is a thespian! Just like Rosie O’Donnell and Ellen DeGeneres. Hey, they’re actors, too! Right?

Dream Job is the biggest abomination in journalism history. How would ESPN like it if we had a contest where 12 untrained dumbasses got to try out to be a dentist or a brain surgeon? I hope the earth opens up and swallows Stu Scott, Al Jaffe and whoever puts the clown makeup on Kit Hoover.

Mariotti puts down the doughnut to try and be funny. The results are typically horrific.

Regular Joe’s tossing salad. Oops.

If Ricky Gutierrez is the answer, what was the question? Yikes. I’m going to say it again, because I love this, Ricky suffered the most hilarious baseball injury ever when he was a Cub. He hit a grounder in Coors Field and pulled his hamstring running to first, he fell down and seperated his shoulder. It was awesome.

Further proof that Kiki Vandeweghe is sniffing glue.

Peter Gammons might be hanging with Kiki.

Peter King’s Monday Morning Quarterback predicts the demise of Steve McNair. I’ve seen Peter’s stress test results and if he’s giving Steve McNair three years, I’m giving Peter’s ticker about two weeks, or six Big Macs, whichever comes first.

It’d be the Big Macs by the way.

Easy.

At this point, Britney is just realizing that she can’t sing, her body won’t hold up forever and if she needs to dry hump gay dancers to squeeze out a few million bucks, she’s up to it.

Get this. Some guy is complaining that Britney had sex with him. Somebody call St. Louis and see if they’re done with the world’s smallest banjo so we can play it for this guy.

By the way, Karry Ling has learned that this guy’s right hand is named “Britney Spears.” Go figure.

Husband: “If you don’t have sex with me, I’ll light you on fire!”
Wife: “Go get the matches.”
Craig Hodges: “I’m outta here.”

The World’s Greatest Newspaper reports that Queen Elizabeth is finally going to make an honest man out of Bat Boy.