Charco
Walk On
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Like a lot of you, I’ve had a weird feeling about this team. They seem really good, but in any individual game they never really seem amazing. And that’s in contrast to past teams that might have 5 or 6 losses, but that looked dominant at times. This team never seems dominant, and I think I know why (forgive me if I’m reiterating something that’s been said in other threads).
This team never imposes its will on another team. For a team to appear dominant they need to be able to do “what they want.” And Syracuse doesn’t appear dominant because it doesn’t really want anything. Other than to win the game.
There is a lot hand-wringing about us letting other teams dictate the tempo. I know this seems like a weakness, but to me it’s like having the confidence to let your adversary pick the weapon you’ll duel with.
And by not having a real “style” we become a very difficult team to gameplan for. On defense we will stop you from doing what you want. On offense we will take what you give us. And our players are versatile enough and talented enough that you can’t stop everything.
We’re like an MMA fighter that doesn’t fight any particular discipline, let’s his opponent dictate the style of the match, and is 23-0.
It’s actually much more badass than a team whose style is run and gun – as fun as that style is to watch. Because if you can slow that team down, you can beat them. But what do you do with Syracuse as an opposing coach? Slow us down? Speed us up? Pack it on the inside? Stay tight on the outside shooters? Double up on CJ or try to cover everyone equally? Zone? M2M? Press us? All these approaches have been tried, but so far none have produced the desired result.
That’s not to say we won’t lose. We might. We might tonight even. But I’m not going to get worried about it until we do. There will be plenty of time to fret and whine after our first loss. So for now I just spend every minute of every game assuming we win. That way, on the 1 in 1000 chance this is the season we go undefeated, I’ll be able to say I enjoyed every second of it. And I can say, “I knew it all along,” without someone pointing out the boot-shaped hole in my tv, or the mess in my underpants as evidence that maybe I had some doubts after all.
This team never imposes its will on another team. For a team to appear dominant they need to be able to do “what they want.” And Syracuse doesn’t appear dominant because it doesn’t really want anything. Other than to win the game.
There is a lot hand-wringing about us letting other teams dictate the tempo. I know this seems like a weakness, but to me it’s like having the confidence to let your adversary pick the weapon you’ll duel with.
And by not having a real “style” we become a very difficult team to gameplan for. On defense we will stop you from doing what you want. On offense we will take what you give us. And our players are versatile enough and talented enough that you can’t stop everything.
We’re like an MMA fighter that doesn’t fight any particular discipline, let’s his opponent dictate the style of the match, and is 23-0.
It’s actually much more badass than a team whose style is run and gun – as fun as that style is to watch. Because if you can slow that team down, you can beat them. But what do you do with Syracuse as an opposing coach? Slow us down? Speed us up? Pack it on the inside? Stay tight on the outside shooters? Double up on CJ or try to cover everyone equally? Zone? M2M? Press us? All these approaches have been tried, but so far none have produced the desired result.
That’s not to say we won’t lose. We might. We might tonight even. But I’m not going to get worried about it until we do. There will be plenty of time to fret and whine after our first loss. So for now I just spend every minute of every game assuming we win. That way, on the 1 in 1000 chance this is the season we go undefeated, I’ll be able to say I enjoyed every second of it. And I can say, “I knew it all along,” without someone pointing out the boot-shaped hole in my tv, or the mess in my underpants as evidence that maybe I had some doubts after all.