New college coaching hires often come with the proclamation of putting a fence around their state. Just make sure it’s not too high to peek over.
Basketball recruits that hop on a plane Friday in lieu of high school classes to get to a national tournament are keenly aware that other states exist.
State lines have long been eroding inversely to the increase in national TV revenue. Kids don’t know where Gonzaga is. They know what it is.
Columbia was so abuzz for Kevin Knox’s visit, you would have thought he was from Troy and not Tampa. Are we concerned his acceptance of a Mizzou scholarship might deprive a young man from Lincoln County?
Blake Harris, of Raleigh, once committed to a school in Seattle before landing in mid-Missouri. If only there was good college basketball in his home state.
Do we really care where the kids come from? It never crossed my mind that Doug Smith may have preferred the Red Wings to the Blues. Or that Keyon Dooling and Clarence Gilbert wished for Fort Lauderdale weather. I don’t remember where Linas Kleiza is from, but I don’t believe it’s the bootheel.
But wasn’t South Carolina’s stunning run to the Final Four led by the Palmetto State’s Sindarious Thornwell and PJ Dozier? It sure was. The other three starters came from Canada, Estonia, and Gabon.
SLU’s recent resurgence was orchestrated by an Wisconsin guy, with kids from Chicago, Oregon, Milwaukee, and Minnesota. Two more were from across the pond, and I don’t mean Lake St. Louis.
Yet we found a way to enjoy it.
We say we care where they’re from, but we don’t.
Rich Daly wasn’t called Dr. Des Peres. He was Dr. Detroit.