I have finally decoded the secret to John Calipari's recruiting prowess. He does not go after one guy for one spot.
Hearken back to last year in early May. Cal had just completed a major coup by getting Eric Bledsoe to come to Kentucky and thereby solving our point guard problem that we had all sweated so much over. Then low and behold, and on the last day of the signing period to boot, he nails down John Wall. Enter the Evil Empire. We not only get one amazing point guard, we got two.....just for safety's sake. And then it turned into the latest UK version of Woodstock and the closest thing you will see in Kentucky to a love-in.
Fast-Forward back to today. A week ago, we were all sweating bullets that Coach was headed for the NBA, leaving the green pastures of Kentucky for the bright lights-big city combination of the King and his former 1st lieutenant Derrick Rose. Meanwhile behind the scenes, Cal nails down Eloy Vargas and plugs a man-sized hole in the lineup, then turns his sights to and nails down Terrence Jones just for good measure. All I hear from detractors is that Cal is shifty.....wont tell the truth if you nail him to a cross. Seems to me he has told the truth all along. He said he would make us Kentucky again, and he has. He said he was staying put, and he is. He said he would make some mistakes along the way and he has also done that. And he also said he was going to make basketball fun again for both the players and the fans, and he has most certainly done that.
For all of you whining, moaning, urinating-in-the-wind types, I have just one statement.....take a hike. Cal is exactly as advertised, Kentucky Basketball is again the center of the universe, and we are rolling like thunder across the entire nation from Washington State to Florida to get anyone and everyone we want. Don't like it? My thoughts and prayers are with you as you sit and contemplate what you have done in life to deserve your self-imposed exile from fun. Me? I am going to order up a few Margaritas, put on my cheapest pair of sunglasses, some 40 spf, and bask in the glow of what has been accomplished in the last year or so. One of these days we will have to replace Cal, that is certain, so we cross that bridge when we get there. Until then I am going to ride this horse like I stole it, and see how fast I can outrun the fading memories of what we had fallen to. And try to find Final Four tickets for 2011....while I can still get a loan for that much money.