Too each their own, but I'm just not there on waxing poetically about Cal's tenure. Yes, he helmed an epic run the first half and that was one hell of a ride. The aughts version of what it must have felt like for so many of our same age at the time of Pitino's nuclear run.
But the second half devolved into a circus act of players refusing to play, being giant gashes, "haven't seen him", bloviating about nothing and his propensity to play
his recruits over those more deserving, all while giving a big

to faithful.
And for the time being, we still don't have a coach and the failures of the past 4 years are still a festering wound. Drew taking the reigns will start suturing it in my mind, and in time, sure he can come back and do the 'Y' and spin tall tales of prior conquests. Right now, get bent, JVC.
- Nothing puts a snarky smile on my face more than seeing ribsandwhitebread revel in the Masters patrons being inconvenienced like he and his lovely bride were. Would be the same if my one trip to that coveted land was ruined by Mother Nature.
- As riveting as play-by-play air travel commentary is, can we pump the brakes and pace ourselves a bit?