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3/31/2007 10:51:00 PM
For Ohio State, This Is No Surprise Party
OSU's (from left to right) Mike Conley, Ron Lewis, Greg Oden and David Lighty held Georgetown under 50 percent shooting -- and moved on to face Florida on Monday.
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Freshmen Conley and Oden are strong believers in coach Thad Matta.
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ATLANTA -- The postgame modus operandi of Ohio State's Greg Oden, the most stoic superstar in college basketball, usually consists of perfunctory handshaking and a couple of good-game compliments for his teammates. "Normally, that's all he'll do," said fellow freshman Mike Conley Jr., the point guard with whom Oden has formed a devastating duo since they were seventh-graders at Craig Middle School in Indianapolis. Saturday night at their first Final Four, however, was a special occasion, and Conley said Oden took him aside on the floor at the Georgia Dome after their 67-60 win over Georgetown, and said five meaningful words:
"We're here. We made it."
Here, as in 40 minutes away from the national championship that Buckeyes coach Thad Matta told them they could win -- not eventually, if they hung around and developed, but in Year 1 -- back on his visit to the players' Indy homes in 2005. "This was his dream, and he was so confident about it," Oden said of Matta. "This is what he said on our recruiting trip -- that we were going to be here. It's just crazy, like, how the hell did he know that?"
Thad knew it, Greg, because he was bringing in one of the best inside-outside duos ever in college hoops, and putting them on an urgent timetable for greatness. In Conley, he had the phenomenally savvy floor general -- "from the first time I saw [him], I thought he was the perfect point guard for our system," Matta said -- who would go on to score 15 points and dish out six assists against one turnover in Saturday's semifinal. In Oden he had the best college 7-footer since Tim Duncan -- one who would overcome early foul trouble against the Hoyas to score 13 points, grab nine rebounds and affect the interior with his defensive presence. Insert them into a lineup with talented freshman role players like David Lighty (whose defense helped hold G'town star Jeff Green to nine points), and savvy vets like two-guard Jamar Butler (10 points, four assists, zero turnovers), and you have an instant formula for making a national title run.
After Ohio State's victory on Saturday, a beaming Matta stood in front of press row at the Georgia Dome, waiting for his CBS interview to commence. The fact that he was flanked, on such a grand stage, by two freshmen (Oden and Conley) who just sent a junior-laden Georgetown team packing, should be remarkable in the context of college basketball history. And yet the shock factor was entirely absent. This was not the equivalent of the 'Melo-and-McNamara March Madness run, which caught us by surprise in 2003. The rapid rise of the Baby Buckeyes to Monday night's title game had been a giant, red alert on the national radar screen for quite some time.
Conley and Oden last lost a tournament game together in 2003, which was their freshman year of high school at Lawrence North. Since then, they've won three straight high school state titles, a Big Ten tournament title, and gone on a 22-game winning streak to set up a rematch with Florida in Atlanta. To Conley, though, the latter two accomplishments didn't seem like locks when he arrived in Columbus in the summer of '06. "It was kind of weird, that coach was telling us from Day 1 that we were going to be in this moment, and I kind of believed him there," he said. "But now, I'm truly a believer."
If anyone threw doubt into the equation on Saturday, it was Oden, who picked up his second foul just 2:49 into the game and was sent to the bench -- for the rest of the first half -- with a stat line of zero points, zero rebounds, zero blocks and two turnovers. His dinosaur duel with the Hoyas' 7-foot-2 center, Roy Hibbert, looked like it would be a wash, as Hibbert also was whistled for his second foul at the 6:48 mark of the first half.
The only place Oden's presence was felt was on the outside of the Buckeyes' huddles; at the 15:38 media timeout he stood a step behind his ring of teammates, sucking on a water bottle and paying only mild attention to Matta's instructions. At a 9:48 break, Oden no longer looked to be sweating or had any need of hydration, and had drifted far enough away from the huddle that one of the managers actually had to gently nudge him back into the fray. Oden looked on with the expression of an outsider, as if he were peering at his teammates through a storefront window. Ohio State, it seemed, was in danger of its most dominant force checking out for the evening.
Meanwhile, Georgetown -- one of the country's most well-oiled offensive units -- improbably failed to find a way to capitalize on Oden's absence. Part of it was the effectiveness of OSU's zone. Part of it was that Green forgot his mojo back in D.C., finishing with only nine points on five field-goal attempts. "We should have taken advantage of it more," Georgetown freshman DaJuan Summers said of Oden's foul trouble. "We should have gotten inside more. Guys were thinking about it too much. We weren't executing well, and we weren't running our offense the way we normally do."
Still -- how could Ohio State play Oden for less than three minutes against an elite frontcourt and be leading 27-23 at half? The credit goes to Conley, the lighting-quick kid who's so often referred to as Oden's sidekick, but in truth, has most frequently been the Buckeyes' most valuable player.
"When he goes out," Conley said of Oden, "I feel like that's my time to shine."
In the first six minutes of Oden's pine-sentence, Conley scored six points and finished the half with 11 on 5-of-7 shooting. More valuable was the fact that he took care of the ball (committing zero turnovers) while still pushing the pace to a level at which Georgetown was uncomfortable. "North Carolina got them in the first half with a lot of transition buckets, and it really hurt them," Conley said of the Elite Eight game in which the Hoyas trailed by six at the break. "We felt if we could do that, we'd be better off."
Said Matta of Conley, "He did some things today through scouting that I can't explain. I mean, it was amazing. ... When he gets the ball in his hands, he makes great decisions."
Thanks to Conley's breakaway speed (he is, after all, the son of an Olympic gold-medalist in track-and-field), Ohio State finished with a 14-4 advantage in fastbreak points. And although Oden lost the individual battle with Hibbert -- Big Roy had 19 points, and 11 in the second half -- the bearded Buckeye did eventually leave his mark on the game.
Hibbert went out with his fourth foul, a silly hold of Othello Hunter on a long rebound, with 8:50 left in the second half and the game tied at 44-44. Georgetown appeared to be launching into one of its patented, second-half runs, and the Buckeyes needed a counter-punch. Oden provided two brutal blows. He subbed in as Hibbert shuffled toward the Hoyas bench, and scored over Green in the paint 21 seconds later. At the 6:37 mark Oden erupted: He took off from a step inside the free-throw line and seemingly raised the ball up to top-of-backboard height before trying to dunk it over Green. The two players collided, the ball went off the back rim, and they both collapsed to the floor. Green was whistled for a block. While Oden only made one of his free throws, it was a statement play that riled the crowd and deflated the Hoyas, who never got closer than four for the rest of the night.
In the locker room afterwards, where Oden was cracking rare smiles and freely offering up his Matta memories, he had only one lament. "If I would have made that dunk," Oden said with genuine disappointment, "it would have been on the One Shining Moment tape."
Still 40 more minutes to audition for Luther Vandross' music video, Greg. If it plays out just like Matta envisioned two years ago in central Indiana, both you and your point guard will be among the final, indelible images -- and it won't seem the least bit crazy.
If these fans were looking for tickets, they should have been able to find them.
ATLANTA -- It's a few hours before tip-off, and the scalpers here are hurting. Somehow at a Final Four with the best field in recent memory, the ticket market is lagging well behind the magnitude of the games. I just finished a one-hour walk around downtown ATL, bantering with scalpers ... as well as a CNBC guru and your AP Player of the Year. Details follow.
• You can get inside for a price in the general range of face value, if you're willing to sit in the upper deck and do some half-assed bargaining. Most of these scalpers are hardly putting up a fight in the negotiations. Here's a choice conversation from the corner of Peachtree St. and Andrew Young International Boulevard:
"You need tickets? I've got two 300s [upper-deck] together. Real seats, not obstructed view. $400 a book [of all three games].
"Face is $160, right? I'll give you $150 a book."
"That's bullsh--. You think you're some kind of hustler. $250."
"$400 for the pair."
"I can't do that."
"I'm going to go look around --
"Fine, give me the money."
The lower-level seats were going for much more -- at least $400 a book, if not $500 -- but still far less than the multi-thousand-dollar prices that were quoted online this week.
• My favorite scalper was using a tactic straight out of The Wire (although he was hawking tickets, not pandemic). He was an older guy, maybe in his late 40s or early 50s, and he'd flag down the process and do the negotiations, and then he'd bring over a minor -- a kid no more than 13 or 14 -- to show the tickets and exchange the cash. The weird thing, scalping is legal on non-state property in Atlanta. So what was the point? Was he just grooming his son to take over the family business?
• Second-shadiest dealing: The coaches who pulled up to that scalper a few seconds after I talked to him, hiding behind the barely pulled-down, tinted windows of an SUV, trying to unload their books. The guys were too anonymous to be recognized, but they clearly considered themselves to be on a covert mission.
• Ran into CNBC sports business guru Darren Rovell, a fellow Northwestern guy, on my scalper search. He was also canvassing the scene and said the lowest he'd found a pair of upper-deck books for was $180. So he beat me by $20, which doesn't hurt my pride; he covers money for a living and I just do basketball. Rovell did give some solid insight into the dead market, though, pointing out that even though we have epic matchups, the two headliners, Florida and Ohio State, are still football schools; UCLA didn't travel cross-country in huge numbers, and Georgetown doesn't have a big enough alumni base to bring a massive crowd.
• Kevin Durant may be out of our college basketball world in less than a month, but at present he's living large on the A-T-L awards circuit. I bumped into Texas SID Scott McConnell in the lobby of the coaches' hotel, while he was waiting for Durant to come downstairs before heading over to a pre-game interview with CBS. Durant arrived in a wrinkled-up white t-shirt and jeans, and was soon accosted for autographs by a few grown men holding basketballs and Sharpies.
Durant hung out with a small group of us (myself, Jeff Goodman from Fox Sports, and a few friends) in the hotel cafe for about 15 minutes, telling us that he had collaborated with McConnell on his speeches, but "lost count" of how many awards he had taken home at this point.
It's still amazing to me how meek Durant is off the floor -- he's just a quiet, polite 18-year-old who has yet to even come close to filling out his 6-foot-10 frame -- compared to how dominant he is on it, dropping 30-point games and thumping his fist against his chest.
For critics of the first-year rule who say players like Durant are just sham students, you'll be happy to know that he does not yet consider himself to be NBA Draft mode: "I'm in student-mode right now, full-time," he said. Like a normal college kid, he only owns one suit, which he was soon headed upstairs to put on before appearing on national television. Durant passed Alando Tucker -- who was headed to the same interview -- in the lobby, and gave him some kind of handshake. Tucker was eating a lunch of popcorn and Krispy Kreme donuts, still living a collegiate lifestyle that both he and Durant will soon leave behind.
ATLANTA -- If you were to get a few minutes alone with UCLA's Lorenzo Mata on the day before the Final Four, what would you ask him? How he's going to guard Joakim Noah and Al Horford on Saturday night? How well he defended Kansas' big men in the Elite Eight? Both decent questions, but ...
I asked him about the picture. I mean, it was my Blogging duty to ask him about the picture. By the picture, I mean the now-famous shot of Mata -- who's clearly not the most suave Bruin -- lounging poolside with members of the UCLA dance team. He's wearing a flat-brimmed Dodgers hat and a hilarious half-grin, and they the dancers are all in bikinis. I linked to it in my Power Rankings back in December, having found it on both Bruins Nation and the Insomniac's Lounge, which called it "A Moment of Inspiration from Lorenzo Mata." I covered the Bruins early in the season for a magazine piece on Darren Collison, but hadn't had a chance to get back with them 'til now. Hence the fact-finding delay.
On Saturday, Mata confirmed that the pic was, in fact, taken during UCLA's successful run through the Maui Invitational in November. "I got a lot of stuff" -- and by stuff, I think he meant crap -- "for that, but it's a great picture," Mata said.
And who gave him the most grief? None other than head coach Ben Howland. "Coach Howland found out about it and somebody printed it out for him," Mata said. "He brought it into practice one day, and called Mike [Roll] and some of the other players over and said, 'Look at this!' -- and they all got a laugh out of it."
I asked Mata if he had ever been asked to autograph a copy of the photo. "No," he said, "but I wanted the girls to autograph it for me."
ATLANTA -- With Greg Oden around, a team manager's job description goes well beyond the standard water-bottle and jersey-distribution duties. The locker room scene surrounding Ohio State's 7-foot phenom on Friday at the Georgia Dome was an absolute zoo, but the strangest thing was not the 70-80 TV cameramen and reporters jockeying for prime interviewing position. It was the two managers sitting on either side of him like bookends, taking in the 30-minute question-and-answer barrage in near-complete silence, serving no apparent purpose at first glance.
Then it hit me -- perhaps as I was pushed into a post by the back of a TV camera, or when I saw 5-foot-8 colleague Stew Mandel buried eight rows deep in the crowd. The managers -- Matt Ullner and Ty Schepfer -- were the protectors of Oden's personal space from the microphone-jabbers. As the space-buffers sat next to Oden in one corner, I tracked down another Buckeyes team manager, Kevin Rohrbacher, for the official explanation: "Greg came to us during the tournament and said, 'I need people to sit next to me -- that way I won't get smothered.'"
The managers have been doing more than prevent Oden's claustrophobia this season. Rohrbacher said each Buckeye player is usually expected to carry his own bags, but the managers frequently end up toting Oden's "because he just gets hordes of people asking for autographs." John DeTemple, another manager, said that on the occasions where the signature-hunters are too large in number, "We'll have to escort him out, blocking him off from the crowd, because Greg's so nice that he would literally spend all night there signing everything."
Rohrbacher then told a story of how, after the Buckeyes' 63-54 win over Michigan State on Feb. 3, at least 150 autograph seekers were gathered outside the rear entrance to the Breslin Center. OSU could not afford to have its bus delayed, so the managers devised a way to sneak Oden -- as well as one can "sneak" a 7-footer -- out a different exit and get the team on the road.
The managers are repaid for their extra work by the fact that Oden genuinely enjoys eating his team meals at their table rather than with with, say, his fellow starters. When CBS' cameras were trained on the Buckeyes during the tourney selection show, Oden was not front-and-center. Rather, he was in the back of the room, goofing around with the managers.
"We don't go out [in Columbus] with him, but he always talks to us about that stuff," said Rohrbacher. "He'll be like, 'You guys get no girls' -- and as far as I can tell, he does pretty well."
ATLANTA -- Before enjoying the open bar at the Intersport party, I spent the early part of Thursday night at the Final Four Salute, a gala-type event where CBS' Jim Nantz chats up the teams and coaches in front of an audience of NCAA dignitaries. They put the thing on CSTV this year, so it lost some of its intimacy, and its format tightened: in 2006 in Indianapolis, Nantz brought out old pal Peyton Manning as a surprise for Tennessee boy Lee Humphrey, but there there were no celebrity guests in '07 (unless you count NCAA prez Myles Brand). I has hoping for Michael Vick to show up and offer them advice on getting "jewelry boxes" for their Final Four gift watches, but no dice.
The only way to amuse yourself at this thing is to grade the formalwear -- or lack thereof -- of the four teams. As a notorious underdresser I can sympathize with Ohio State coach Thad Matta, who was clearly embarrassed when he walked up to the stage wearing an ensemble that included a black golf shirt and no socks. Nantz, as well as Billy Donovan, John Thompson III and Ben Howland, were already up there in suits, and Matta sheepishly explained that Dononvan had told him "it was a casual event." Good to see Final-Four rookie hazing going on in the coaching ranks. (Check out the picture at the top of this post, if you missed Thad's ankles the first time.)
In the best-dressed team department, Georgetown was a clear No. 1, with sophomore reserve Octavius Spann as the star in a argyle-sweater-and-suit combo. UCLA was No. 2, with Arron Afflalo sporting a Miami Vice look; Florida was No. 3 (despite the best efforts of Jo Noah to drag them down by going tieless and untucked); and Matta's boys, obviously affected by the Donovan misinformation, were last. I'm running a picture of the Bruins below not to show off their suits, but because our man Lorenzo Mata was rocking the best kicks of the evening: Giant, pearly white athletic shoes with his beige dress pants. Straight outta GQ ... or Huntington Park, Calif. Probably more of the latter.
Greg Oden was seemingly destined for greatness long before he ever set foot on the Ohio State campus.
ATLANTA -- Because the people around Roy Hibbert are so awed by what he has become, they're so willing to be brutally honest about what he once was.
"I remember playing against Roy in high school, and I thought he was probably the worst 7-footer I had seen in my life," Georgetown sophomore forward Patrick Ewing Jr., the son of perhaps the best 7-footer in Hoyas history, said last week. "I didn't think he was going to be good at all... He's proven me, and a lot of other people, wrong."
Three years ago, Hibbert -- who was then, as he is now, 7-foot-2 -- was a junior center at Georgetown Prep in North Bethesda, Md. He was a "size prospect," a term synonymous with "project," who lacked agility or even the most rudimentary low-post moves. Of his offensive repertoire, he said, "I would just turn and shoot." Now Hibbert is a junior center at Georgetown University who averages 12.7 points and 6.9 rebounds per game. He is one of the primary reasons the Hoyas have reached their first Final Four since 1985, and makes up one side of Saturday's most-anticipated individual duel. The other is fellow 7-footer Greg Oden of Ohio State, who will likely be the No. 1 pick in the 2007 NBA Draft.
Somewhere between his prep days and the present -- mostly over the course of his past two seasons under the tutelage of coach John Thompson III -- Hibbert acquired the ability to run above sloth speed, hit a jump-hook, make impeccable decisions in the flow of the Princeton offense, be a force in the Big East, and basically, be the kind of center who should be able to hold his own against a future great like Oden. Against the backdrop of a chalk-heavy NCAA tournament, Hibbert's rise to stardom is a true upset tale.
Chicago Bulls forward Mike Sweetney, who was the Hoyas' low-post star from 2000-03, remembers Hibbert as a big, lumbering prep-schooler whose parents would drive him into the city for summer workouts against Georgetown varsity players. Hibbert had committed early to the Hoyas in a less-than-fierce recruiting battle, and knew he needed to hone his skills against something other than 6-foot 11th- and 12th-graders. "We had to start off from Square 1 with Roy," Sweetney said this week. "He was basically a guy who was just trying to get up and down the floor and get a few rebounds. He'd get the ball and wouldn't even try to score. All I can say is, he came a long way. His work ethic is unreal."
Sweetney talked his share of smack as he beat up on the youngster ("He'd always tell me, 'I'm killing you, Roy, I'm killing you,'" Hibbert said) but also assumed a pseudo-big brother role, and to this day, they keep in constant touch over e-mail and text messages. At the mention of Hibbert's gentle-giant demeanor -- in the Dinosaur Duel vs. Oden, Big Roy has been called the leaf-eating Brontosaurus -- Sweetney offered up a warning: "Don't let Roy fool you. He talks a lot of trash. I've gotten e-mails from him that make me want to fly back [to Washington] from Chicago just to play him. He sent me a text once, when he knew I was in Chicago, asking, 'Are you coming to the gym today?' I said, no, I'm in Chicago, and he wrote back, 'You went there because you were scared of what I was going to do to you.'"
Former Georgetown assistant Ronnie Thompson, John Thompson III's younger brother, and now the head coach at Ball State University, helped recruit Hibbert out of prep school, and remembers him as "a huge project who literally had trouble running."
"The beautiful thing about Roy, though," said Ronnie, "is that even at that point, he carried himself like a ballplayer. Even if he wasn't good yet, he thought he was."
It took until this season of college hoops for the quality of Hibbert's game to counterbalance his confidence. A tireless worker, he spent his early days at Georgetown's McDonough Gym doing simple running drills, hula-hooping to improve balance, and shooting thousands of 'Kareem hooks' until he was comfortable hitting them with either hand. Hibbert averaged 5.1 points and 3.5 rebounds as a frosh, and then 11.6 points and 6.9 boards as a sophomore. Now, as a junior, he's emerged as one of the nation's most efficient offensive players, scoring 12.9 points on an absurd 67 percent shooting.
The guy, who as a recruit was rated -- for good reason -- behind such esteemed centers as Longar Longar (Oklahoma), Greg Stiemsma (Wisconsin), C.J. Giles (ex-Kansas) and Kalen Grimes (Missouri) has recorded five straight double-doubles to get Georgetown to the Final Four, and emerged as a potential Lottery Pick in either '07 or '08. Hibbert took a slow road to reaching college basketball's elite; upon entering Georgetown, he was nicknamed the "Big Stiff" by iconic coach Big John Thompson Jr., and only through a multi-year transformation did he earn a revision to the moniker: "Stiff-No-More." On Saturday, the former stiff awaits the biggest matchup of his life, a retro showdown against a former phenom who took a rapid route to prominence.
"Greg Oden has been a household name forever, since as far back as anybody can remember," Ronnie Thompson said. "No one knew who Roy Hibbert was in high school. He was just a kid from Adelphia who worked his tail off to get where he is."
Because everyone who saw Greg Oden was so awed, so early, by what he already was, it was difficult to expect anything less than him to immediately take Ohio State to the Final Four.
In the winter of 2004, when Oden was just a junior at Lawrence North High School in Indianapolis, he was already on the sure-fire No. 1 pick list, right after LeBron James and Dwight Howard. Oden appeared in his first Sports Illustrated feature that December, with Tim Layden calling him "the brightest blip on the radar screens of talent hunters across the basketball spectrum in America." An NBA exec said of Oden in that story, "He's fabulous. He's the next great, difference-making big man from the United States. When he ends up in the NBA, whatever team gets him will become a contender."
In contrast to Hibbert, who quietly committed to Georgetown before his junior season and was only known in the D.C. area, Oden was the biggest name in all of high-school basketball. The hype machine around Oden was in full gear after he dominated the ABCD Camp in Teaneck, N.J., and then won the Las Vegas Big-Time tournament playing with current Buckeye teammates Mike Conley Jr. and Daequan Cook on the Spiece Indy Heat squad.
"Greg left that summer being proclaimed as the guy," said Sonny Vaccaro, the former director of ABCD. "Big men don't dominate in a way that you remember as much as Kobe or LeBron did, but Greg was just so good. We'd have pro coaches come in for workouts, and they said the same thing about him they had said about Dwight Howard -- that they already knew he was going to be one of the greats."
Oden's commitment to Ohio State in the summer before his senior season (along with that of Conley, Cook and Cleveland star David Lighty) sent seismic waves through the college hoops world. Buckeyes coach Thad Matta was anointed as a star recruiter, and OSU was immediately thrown into national-title conversations for '07. Then-Indiana coach Mike Davis, who had hunted Oden and was widely criticized for letting the nation's No. 1 center and his sidekick, Conley, escape from the Hoosier State, was forced out of his job near the end of the '05-06 season.
A right wrist injury that required preseason surgery limited Oden's immediate impact in Columbus; he missed the Buckeyes' first seven games and was still shooting (or as he said, "shot-putting") free-throws left-handed in February. Because the hoops world expected so much from Oden and didn't get double-doubles from him in every Big Ten game -- it was only every other one, as he averaged 15.9 points and 9.5 rebounds -- the debate raged over whether he really should be the No. 1 pick in '07 draft ahead of Texas phenom Kevin Durant. Oden's hard-to-believe, humble refrain of, "We have much better players than me on this team," started to gain some traction, as Conley emerged as the Buckeyes' leader while the bearded big man sometimes struggled to get his share of touches in the paint.
The impact that Oden's presence has had on this NCAA tournament, however, has been immense. In OSU's past two victories, his standard stats haven't been overwhelming (nine points, three boards while in foul trouble against Tennessee; 17 points, nine boards vs. Memphis) but his plus-minus rating has been off the charts. The Buckeyes won those two games by a combined margin of 13 points; when Oden was on the floor, they were plus-40. Said one NBA scout this week, "All the talk about taking [Kevin] Durant at No. 1 is ridiculous. If it was possible for Oden to have helped himself in that debate, he did."
In almost any other year, a game like the Florida-UCLA rematch would have unquestionable top billing at the Final Four. It could only be trumped by something as rare as what Hibbert-vs.-Oden offers: a classic, low-post duel that's been extinct from 21st-century college basketball. The reason for that, as Thompson III said last week, is because so many big men -- from Kwame Brown, to Howard, to Eddy Curry, to Andrew Bynum -- "just jumped straight from high school to the draft." The league's new age-minimum rule, by which Oden's class was the first to be affected, made Saturday night's showdown possible, and got the Buckeyes to the Final Four. Hibbert, meanwhile, made his way to the Georgia Dome under a different set of circumstances; he was never a threat to declare for the draft out of Georgetown Prep, and until recently, wasn't a threat to be taken in the draft lottery, either. Over the past three years, the gap between Hibbert -- the kid from Adelphi, Md., who always carried himself like a player, but wasn't always a player -- and Oden -- the kid from Indy who described himself in laughably humble terms but was clearly a superstar -- shrank enough to make this a fair fight.
The hoops nation as a whole, so enthralled over the return of the dinosaurs to March Madness, is perhaps more excited for the battle than are its participants. Both reserved giants, Hibbert and Oden tend to speak about it in more calculating terms:
Hibbert, when first asked about Oden after last Sunday's comeback win over North Carolina, said: "He's a great player, and I'm going to have to limit his touches. I've faced Aaron Gray [Pitt's 7-footer], but Greg is more athletic, so I'm going to have my hands full."
Oden, meanwhile, said this week: "It's going to be going against someone like myself. It's going to be a hard challenge for me. I'm not going to be able to just go over him with his long arms and ability to block shots. I'm going to have to play strong and use my legs a lot."
If it's a hard challenge for Oden, it's the ultimate challenge for Hibbert, who worked over North Carolina's Brandan Wright -- a 6-foot-9 forward who's projected to be the No. 3 pick in the '07 Draft -- in the East Region Final, but has yet to face a big man with Oden's defensive abilities. Hibbert's Georgetown mentor, Sweetney, will be keeping tabs on the matchup with keen interest; he's flying in to Atlanta late Saturday night with the rest of Bulls, who face the Hawks on Sunday, but won't arrive in time to attend the game. Big Roy's big brother does, however, plan on sending a pre-game text message devoid of trash-talk. It will be something, Sweetney said, along the lines of, "Play your heart out. Leave it all on the line. And DON'T get in foul trouble!"
It's a warning that we pray will be heeded. On a Saturday night when the nation will be looking up at a 14-foot, 2-inch clash of collegiate titans, whistles are the only things that could ruin it.
No hatin': Joakim Noah leads the Gators in plus-minus rating.
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ATLANTA -- Checking in from the Marriott Marquis, where I just turned on the TV to find house channel 36 playing a silent slideshow of past NCAA champions. It spans from Jordan (1982) to Joakim (2006) and makes you do a double-take on the '95 slide, which for some reason is a photo of George Zidek cutting down the nets. I can't think of a better image to represent that tourney than Zidek, can you?
Enough of the backdrop. We get access to the teams tomorrow, which is also open-practice day at the Georgia Dome (and by open practice, we mean more of a shootaround/dunk contest/go through the motions kind of affair; all of the real work is done in hidden sessions elsewhere). In the meantime I figured I'd deliver what might be the Blog's last, or at least its penultimate, numbers post.
Odds vs. Efficiency
How Vegas, KenPom.com handicap the tourney's final weekend
The table shows that while Florida is an overwhelming favorite in Vegas, the Gators are closer to the rest of the pack when it comes to efficiency. Pomeroy projects a one-point game between Florida and UCLA, which is a lot closer than most of us would imagine. Ohio State, meanwhile, is a marginal No. 2 over Georgetown in both categories.
For the second offering, I spent part of the morning poring over kenpom.com's HD tourney boxscores, which might just be the greatest invention of the 2006-07 season. HD boxes are statistical equivalent of watching a game on your 42-inch Sharp Aquos versus your 20-inch kitchen set, in part because they include one of the juiciest -- and previously unavailable -- college stats: player plus-minus ratings. Unfortunately the HD compiler depends teams' full play-by-play data, something that Georgetown and UCLA don't make available online, so we only have full tourney plus-minus for Florida and Ohio State. Which is better than nothing, given that they're the faves to meet on Monday night, and it also allows us to make a few Oden, Noah and Horford observations.
Here's the Gators' data (I've omitted their first-round game, which had a 43-point victory margin, because it's just a plus-bomb):
Florida's Plus/Minus Ratings
Combined data from past three rounds of NCAA tournament (total margin of victory: 23)
Here's the Buckeyes' data (first-round game also omitted):
Ohio State's Plus/Minus Ratings
Combined data from past three rounds of NCAA tournament (total margin of victory: 24)
Oden may not be scoring the most points for Ohio State, but his plus-43 rating is off the charts. The most surprising thing in both charts, to me, is that Noah actually has a higher rating than Oden; Jo gets ripped for his lack of ability to score in the half-court, but his impact on the Gators' energy, transition game and defense is massive. Just as eye-opening is the fact that the guy who is regarded as the more polished player, Horford, has the lowest plus-minus of any Gator starter -- and a rating 28 points behind Noah's.
The charts don't paint a pretty picture for either teams' reserve big men. Florida's Chris Richard has an abysmal negative-24 rating, mostly due to a couple of horrid defensive stretches against a perimeter-minded Butler team, while OSU's Othello Hunter is negative-16 after weathering a few Memphis runs on Saturday. In HD, the importance of keeping your star bigs out of foul trouble is extremely clear.
Chris Douglas-Roberts put together a standout performance vs. Texas A&M in the Regional Semifinals despite an ankle injury.
The Blog named its All-Second Weekend Team on Tuesday, and today turns to its most trusted NBA scout (Seth calls them "Finches," but we'll stick with standard nomenclature) for a different kind of starting five. Which players, our scout was asked, improved their draft stock the most over the course of the NCAA tournament?
Here were his picks, followed by commentary:
Greg Oden, C, Ohio State (Fr., projected for '07 draft)
Scout's Take: "I know we're talking about 'moving up,' and Oden can't really go much higher, but here's what's been reinforced: All the talk about taking [Kevin] Durant at No. 1 is ridiculous. If it was possible for Oden to have helped himself in that debate, he did. That blocked shot at the end of the Tennessee game -- that's why he's the No. 1 pick. He effortlessly rotated over and stuffed a potential game-winning shot, and there are about three guys on the planet who can do what he does defensively. I thought Joey Dorsey [of Memphis] would put up more of a fight in the Elite Eight, but Oden destroyed the guy. When you're framing this Durant-versus-Oden debate, it's not like you're talking about Michael Jordan versus Hakeem Olajuwon. You're talking about a higher-level Tracy McGrady versus Hakeem. And I know who wins that argument. Every single time. It's crazy that there even is an argument."
Jeff Green, F, Georgetown (Jr., projected for '07 draft)
Scout's Take: "There was a time when scouts worried about Green being able to make the positional transition from a 4 to a 3. That's historically the most difficult jump to make, because you're essentially switching from being an interior college player to a perimeter pro. Green has shown the ability to make that jump, flashing great ballhandling and spot-shooting skills. He's versatile enough that he'll still be able to defend some 4s, and play there in a smaller lineup, and there are probably some 2s that he could guard as well. He's one of those position-less college guys that facilitates winning with his passing, rebounding, and ability to play out facing the rim as a stationary passer in their Princeton offense."
Chris Douglas-Roberts, G, Memphis (Soph., projected for '08 draft)
Scout's Take: "Douglas-Roberts took a big step up in my mind. Even if he's not the most athletic guy in the room, he can really get to the cup. He's so smooth, and has such depth to his game -- he can handle, pass and penetrate. He's slippery around the basket. The other thing that I liked about Douglas-Roberts was the level of toughness with which he played; it was much higher than his body indicates he should be. He'll remain a 2-guard in the NBA, because he has the size and length for the position, but I don't think he's a threat to declare this year.
Roy Hibbert, C, Georgetown (Jr., projected for '08 draft)
Scout's Take: "This isn't necessarily my opinion; I still think he's a long way from being able to compete in the league, speed-wise. But a lot of scouts I talk to have really jumped on the Hibbert bandwagon during the tournament. He's really helped himself with what he's done starting from the semifinal round of the Big East tournament until now. Hibbert is the kind of center who's been forced to learn how to read defenses. The great passing ability that he's shown, plus the fact that he's played with a noticeable uptick in his passion and his energy, is great."
Malik Hairston, F, Oregon (Jr., projected for '08 draft)
Scout's Take: "This on is more under the radar. I watched Hairston his freshman year at Oregon -- when he came in with this huge rep, and was supposed to be Carmelo -- and he was bad. I almost wrote the guy off as being too un-athletic to be an NBA prospect at all. What I saw in the tournament this year, though, was a guy who had overcome that and learned to play with his limitations. Hairston was impressive. He has a very good way about him now, in terms of using his size, being able to score, pass the ball, and showing improvement with his shooting. To make the kind of steps that he's made, you have to have some desire to improve. I think if he continues to progress, and comes to Orlando [for the NBA's pre-draft camp] after next season he could be a solid second-rounder."
Since you'll be subjected to Final Four breakdowns ad nauseam for the rest of the week, the Blog is piecing the lineup together instead. Herewith, the body of the Atlanta quartet:
Georgetown's Genes The Hoyas frequently state that they're forging a new identity using their ultra-efficient Princeton offense, but with famous fathers everywhere, it's still hard to separate themselves from old-school Georgetown. Coach John Thompson III and forward Pat Ewing are sons of Hoya royalty, while guard Jeremiah Rivers descended from the Celtics' Doc.
Joakim Noah's Trap The Gators' high-energy forward is the voice of the tournament thus far, whether you like it or not. From his "The seeds don't matter: it's yours against mine," post-dance rant on CBS after the SEC tournament, to his cries of "Keep hatin'" and "We win, we eat" after booking Florida's second straight trip to the Final Four, Noah never stops talking.
Arron Afflalo's Cool Confidence Most shooters would have become timid after going a combined 5-of-22 (and 1-of-8 from long distance) over a two-game stretch in the tournament. Not Afflalo. He came into his Elite Eight duel with Kansas ice-cold, erred on five of his first seven shots ... and then didn't miss for the rest of the game, finishing with 24 points. Next up: Revenge on Florida.
Greg Oden's Beard It's like a classic Larry Johnson playoff beard (a Lang Whitaker analogy), except Oden was wearing it for most of the regular season, too. Grant Wahl informed us Oden simply does not shave; he lets his facial hair grow out until he makes his next trip to the barber, who wipes it clean. Next year he'll have enough cash to install a barbershop in his house.
Jeff Green's Kicks Relevant for two reasons: First, Green and the Hoyas changed their shoes at halftime of the Vandy game, superstitiously ditching their new Jordan XX2s for their old Jordan B'Loyals. Second, because Green's feet made the tourney's most controversial move -- a debatable travel -- before he banked in the game-winner to sink the Commodores.
Lee Humphrey's Shooting Stroke When Humpty is on fire, the Gators are near-impossible to beat. He hit seven three-pointers (and finished with 24 points) in their Elite Eight win over Oregon, burning the Ducks' packed-in defense and even breaking the net in St. Louis -- causing a 10-minute delay -- after a fierce swish during the first half. UCLA, we presume, won't be leaving Lee so open Saturday.
Lorenzo Mata's Ink If there's one thing this Final Four is lacking, it's tattoo volume. Georgetown is mostly ink-free. So is Florida. All of this makes Mata -- who has a giant Aztec warrior on his left arm, and huge, praying hands with his mom's name on his right leg -- look like more of a renegade. If only he could bring back the mask that he wore last year in Indy ...
Ron Lewis' Daggers Daggers aren't body parts. But the ability to shoot dagger threes, as Lewis has, usually goes hand in hand with having something else. Cassells, let's call them. Lewis kept Ohio State alive in the tournament by forcing overtime against Xavier in the second round, and hit myriad big shots in his back-to-back 20-point performances vs. Tennessee and Memphis.
Taurean Green (left) led the Gators into a rematch of the 2006 title game.
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Mike Conley quietly took home the South Region's MOP honors.
We're going small for the Blog's All-Second Weekend Team: two point guards, two shooting guards, and one new-age Scottie Pippen.
That Pip'-styled power forward, Georgetown's Jeff Green, is the squad's captain, based on his game-winning bank shot to beat Vanderbilt and his 22-point effort in the comeback that stunned Carolina. He's also humble to the point of amusement: Standing against a wall outside the Hoyas' locker room on Sunday night, Green was asked about being named the East Region's Most Outstanding Player. He responded, in a completely genuine manner, "I was? Oh."
"I thought it would be [Georgetown freshman] DaJuan Summers, because he played his butt off. I'm surprised to get it."
You, Jeff, were the only one who was surprised. Now, for the rest of the team:
(A few criteria for selections: The first team was limited only to players who advanced to the Final Four, and the entire list was restricted to players who appeared in both the Sweet 16 and Elite Eight rounds.)
G: Taurean Green, Jr., Florida Stats: 5-of-8 shooting (all threes), 17 points, 1 assist, zero turnovers vs. Butler; 5-of-12 shooting, 21 points, 3 assists, 3 turnovers vs. Oregon
Green buried five treys to help the Gators fend off Butler's upset bid -- and then outscored Al Horford and Jo Noah combined (they had 20) in the Midwest Region final.
Kansas' vaunted backcourt got scorched by Afflalo in San Jose; can he now get revenge on Florida for the egg he laid in last year's title game?
G: Mike Conley, Fr., Ohio State Stats: 4-of-10 shooting, 17 points, 7 rebounds, 6 assists, 1 turnover, 2 steals vs. Tennessee; 5-of-11 shooting (9-of-10 FTs), 19 points, 4 rebounds, 2 assists, 5 turnovers, 2 steals vs. Memphis
Most of the talk in San Antonio surrounded Greg Oden (and Joey Dorsey's verbal antagonizing of the big man) while Conley was quietly named the region's MOP.
G/F: Ron Lewis, Sr., Ohio State Stats: 9-of-17 shooting, 25 points, 5 rebounds vs. Tennessee; 5-of-12 shooting (10-of-10 FTs), 22 points, 6 rebounds, 2 steals vs. Memphis
Lewis, who toiled in obscurity for two years at Bowling Green, made a timely transfer, as he's now gunned the Buckeyes to within two wins of a national title. F: Jeff Green, Jr., Georgetown (CAPTAIN) Stats: 7-of-11 shooting, 15 points, 4 rebounds, 3 assists, 1 turnover vs. Vanderbilt; 10-of-17 shooting, 22 points, 9 rebounds, 3 assists, 1 turnover vs. North Carolina
Where will Green's East Region MOP trophy go? Anywhere but his place. "I don't keep my trophies," he said.
Sixth Man: Jonathan Wallace, Jr., Georgetown Stats: 3-of-8 shooting, 8 points, 4 assists, 0 turnovers vs. Vanderbilt; 7-of-11 shooting, 19 points, 7 assists, 1 turnover vs. North Carolina
Had Wallace made more noise against Vandy, he might trumped Green for team captain status. The guy whom Green called "our best player" committed just one turnover in 71 minutes played on Friday and Sunday, and hit the cold-blooded trey that sent the UNC game to overtime. Second Team:
The Prince of Westwood (left) will be kicking it with his fellow Bruins in the ATL.
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NEW YORK -- The Blog Pool finally got a sponsor this week: Crayola Anti-Dust Chalk. Forty-six of our 638 bracketeers picked the entire Final Four correctly ... while I only got half, and am tied for 224th place. I'm only a little bitter. Can you tell?
Florida tubist David Wunderlich, currently in second place, is writing a symphonic ode to Jo Noah that's called "Keep Hatin'."
David Wunderlich, the Florida tubist who was our runaway leader after the first weekend, has fallen into second place and is currently cursing Jonathan Wallace for soiling his Final Four. Wunderlich still has the most correct picks (53) of anyone in the pool, and had a perfect Midwest Region. His bracket, "Lee For Three," could not have been more appropriately named, given Humphrey's shooting heroics in St. Louis, where Wunderlich was on the sidelines in the Gators pep band. He kindly sent us a snapshot of him on duty, with the disclaimer that "it's not really that great of a picture," and while both he and his tuba were left off of the band's Final Four travel list, we hear there's a movement afoot to get him to Atlanta. Which would be nice, because if Florida beats Ohio State in the title game, he's taking home the big prize. (Whatever that is.)
Your new leader, meanwhile, is a fellow named Eric Bakewell, who nailed the Final Four and will be crowned champ if the Gators beat Georgetown on Monday night. Bakewell has yet to give his team a good name (it's just "Team Bakewell") or send us an e-mail (two strikes, Eric!), but we'll forgive him for now because his picks have been so absurdly good: he only missed two Sweet 16 teams and one in the Elite Eight.
The power of Google allows the Blog to at least guess who Bakewell might be: I found an L.A. lawyer of the same name who graduated magna cum laude from Georgetown law, and did his undergrad at Vandy. Our bracket-Bakewell has the Hoyas in his title game, and picked the Commodores to go to the Sweet 16. Coincidence? I think not. Eric, send us a note and confirm or correct your identity. (But don't bill the Blog for your time.)
A few other pool contenders have been kind enough to check in (the Blog urges anyone with a shot at winning to send an e-mail): R.J. Kidd, the owner of our current third-place team, "Misery Loves Company," would have taken the overall lead had Memphis upset Ohio State on Saturday. Kidd, a deaf second-year student at Rochester Institute of Technology, named his bracket that way because he expected it to tank ... and then it turned out to be the greatest forecasting work he's ever done. Bryan Brooks, who was in the hunt after the first weekend, wrote in to lament the death of his "Pink Squirrels" bracket after Texas lost. Tom Mabry's "Bracket Challenge" team suffered the same fate; he said he has adopted Georgetown has his new fave, because they share an offense with the local boys at Air Force.
As for myself, I went and joined a college hockey pool. I figured I'd have better luck making picks on a bracket that I knew nothing about. My cousin Dave, a diehard fan who's running the thing, took me to the one hockey game I saw all year -- Wisconsin vs. Michigan at the Kohl Center -- but it was mainly a drinking event rather than an educational one. The Badgers didn't make the NCAA's 16-team field, and while the Wolverines did, I remember very little about them. Somehow, with the Frozen Four set, I'm tied with Dave for first and can win the meager pot if underdog Maine takes the title. The Black Bears were a three-seed, but as I kid I witnessed them winning the '93 national championship in Milwaukee, and on that basis figured they could do it again. That, folks, is how you pick 'em.
Will John Thompson III's Hoyas cut down the nets in the ATL?
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Both Final Four matchups are repeats of 2006 tourney games: Georgetown and Ohio State met in the second round, while UCLA and Florida met in the title bout.
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EAST RUTHERFORD, N.J. -- The back hallways of Continental Airlines Arena had nearly cleared out by 9 p.m. Sunday, when two men in suits came walking away from the team locker rooms as maintenance workers were stripping down the NCAA tournament signage. The much taller of the two, John Thompson Jr., had a white-and-black Georgetown Final Four hat perched atop his head, and his right arm around his companion -- his hatless son, head coach John Thompson III. Big John, as the legendary elder who led the Hoyas to three national title games in the 1980s has come to be known, leaned down and spoke in hushed baritone into Little John's right ear, and the proud father and beaming boy shared a laugh.
As they neared the exit, a Georgetown staffer propped open the door and began excitedly shouting into his walkie-talkie. "The Thompsons are coming to the bus!" he said. "I've got the Thompsons coming!"
Thanks to a stunning, 96-84 overtime win over top-seeded North Carolina in the East Region final, it really is happening: The Thompsons are headed back to the Final Four.
Second-seeded Georgetown pulled off an epic comeback victory to punch the last ticket to Atlanta, filling out a powerhouse field that also includes two No. 1s, Florida and Ohio State, and another No. 2, UCLA. On one side of the field it's big-stage Deja Vu, with a rematch of the 2006 Gators-Bruins title game, while the other is a Dinosaur Duel, featuring a rare meeting of prehistoric 7-footers Roy Hibbert and Greg Oden. None of the Final Four teams, in this, the Ultimate Chalk Bracket, snuck up on the nation, and none of them separated themselves from a loaded Elite Eight field by accident, either. While Big John said he planned to celebrate the win by "getting some sleep," the Blog is forging ahead and breaking down the heavyweights headed for the A-T-L:
Tournament Identity: The Hoyas hammered home a fact that had started to become evident late in the regular season: They own the nation's best offense. In case you missed the numbers from Sunday's thriller, Georgetown shot 57.6 percent against North Carolina, which had the nation's fourth-most efficient defense. The Hoyas also hit 57.1 percent of their 3s, and more importantly, didn't panic and deviate from their Princetonian scheme when they were down 10, at 75-65, with 7:19 left in the game. "We believed in our offense," said Hibbert, who finished with 13 points, 11 rebounds and six blocks. Their faith was rewarded, as the shot that erased the Heels' final, three-point lead -- a trey by point guard Jonathan Wallace from the left wing -- came in the flow of their regular sets. "That's a practice shot," Wallace said of the clutch 3-pointer. "I shoot that shot every day."
The Hoyas are ranked No. 1 in the nation in offensive efficiency, a fact that has not eluded East Region Most Outstanding Player Jeff Green, who finished with 22 points. "We know that our game is based on our offense," he said. "We're just going to have that identity that if you can't stop our offense, we're going to have a chance. We have the great athletes that make the Princeton offense look good."
How to Let Them Beat You: Fail to stay aware of their backcuts. The backdoor play is the most distinct -- and most cliche -- element of the Princeton offense, but against Georgetown's personnel, even the best defenders get burned. Wallace scored both the first basket of the game and the first bucket of overtime by backdooring a dumbfounded Tywon Lawson, and the Hoyas finished with six back-cut layups on the day. "We've played against teams that try to go back door," UNC coach Roy Williams said. "We just didn't guard it as effectively today."
How to Beat Them: Control the offensive glass. That's not the easiest task, obviously, against a frontline of Hibbert, Green and DaJuan Summers. But when the Tar Heels took a 50-44 lead into halftime, it was no coincidence that they were winning the offensive rebounding war 10-4. The Hoyas still finished negative-10 on the game in that department, but they didn't allow UNC to grab a single offensive board in the final 6:26 of regulation, and that made the comeback possible.
Tournament Identity: This was a team that was unsure of its leadership hierarchy as late as February, with its super-freshmen still wondering whether it was acceptable for them to get in the faces of OSU's upperclassmen. The Buckeyes' roles, through the first four games of the dance, have become more clearly defined. Frosh point guard Mike Conley Jr., the MOP of the South Region, is the leader and OSU's best player -- no matter how much NBA scouts salivate over Oden. Senior Ron Lewis is their dagger-man (the gunner with the cojones to take every big three). Junior Jamar Butler, the ex-point who was displaced by Conley, has turned into long-distance shooting option No. 2. And Oden, despite his ambidextrous skills in the lane, is not the top offensive option, but is the most dominating defensive presence in the tournament.
How To Let Them Beat You: Piss off the normally sleepy giant, who shows emotion about as often as Conley commits turnovers (which is next to never). When Oden does come alive, though, it's best to get out of the way. Memphis' Joey Dorsey made the genius move of calling Oden "overrated" and using a botched David/Goliath reference when discussing their Elite Eight matchup. Oden finished with 17 points and nine rebounds ... and held Dorsey to zero points and three boards.
How To Beat Them: Get Oden off the floor. He doesn't foul out often, but he is prone to early foul trouble, so don't be scared of shot-blocking prowess and have your big men challenge him inside. Just how valuable is Oden to the Buckeyes' success? Take a look at his plus-minus ratings against Tennessee (+14 in 17:30 minutes played) and Memphis (+26 in 24:26 played). They're stunning.
Tournament Identity:Arron Afflalo's sublime performance in the West Region final against Kansas elevated his reputation from "guy who occasionally hits big shots" to "stone-cold star." Really, what two-guard goes 10-of-15 against the Jayhawks' intense backcourt -- and connects on all of his final eight attempts -- in an Elite Eight game? "If he plays like that," teammate Alfred Aboya said of Afflalo, "we can't lose."
Coach Ben Howland's gritty, denial defense is the Bruins' bread and butter, and it has been suffocating during the tournament, holding all of its first four opponents -- including red-hot Kansas -- to under 0.900 points per possession. (The Jayhawks' offensive efficiency in that game, at 0.798 points per possession, was by far their worst of the season; before that, they had never been held under 0.912.) That helped make up for an uncharacteristically high turnover count from Darren Collison (seven, against just one assist) and a near-complete absence of low-post baskets. Anyone who's followed UCLA closely this season knows that Collison's sloppiness can be chalked up as an aberration. The Bruins' big men, however, need to complement their stingy D with some offensive production.
How To Let Them Beat You: Assume that your guards, just because they've been steady all season, will be unaffected by the pressure of Collison and Afflalo. They turn up the heat to a new level. KU's four-headed backcourt, which had been an unstoppable machine over the past two months, shot a combined 12-of-36 (33.3 percent) against the Bruins' duo and committed 13 turnovers.
How To Beat Them: UCLA's post-to-post double-team -- a staple of the Howland system -- can neutralize even a front line as athletic as Kansas'. But as Florida's Joakim Noah and Al Horford proved in the '06 title game, big men who both get out in transition and pass quickly out of the double-team can cause serious trouble, and exploit what may be the Bruins' only weakness.
Tournament Identity: In case you weren't privy to Noah's "We win, we eat" chant after the Gators took down Oregon in the Midwest Region final, they've made it clear they're still hungry for a second title. And it seems Florida's players also believe -- far more than is actually true -- that this encore run should be billed as Them vs. An Entire World of Doubters. "Keep hating," Noah said on Sunday. "It fuels the fire. Hopefully we can get two more wins -- then people can really keep hating."
Such an aggressive, take-no-prisoners attitude marks a 180 turn from the meekness that defined their late-February, three-loss swoon. That slump is what fueled most of those doubts in the first place. Basketball-wise, the most promising development of the Gators' Elite Eight win over Oregon was the dominant play of their backcourt. Point guard Taurean Green and shooting guard Lee Humphrey were far from weak links all season, but they do sit well behind the frontcourt duo of Noah and Horford in the publicity standings. On Sunday, Humphrey scored 23 points and 7-of-13 long-distance shooting, while Green had 21 points on 4-of-8 three-point shooting. Each guard outscored the combined total of Noah and Horford's points (20).
How To Let Them Beat You: Decide that leaving Humphrey open while sagging your defense into the paint is a good idea. Whatever a team does to attempt to neutralize Florida's bigs (we detailed one of these methods in a column on Wednesday) it can't include using the man guarding "Humpty" on low-post double-teams. The Ducks learned the hard way, as he scorched them from outside, even tearing open the net at one point and causing a 10-minute delay.
How To Beat Them: The refrain of the "haters" during the NCAA tournament has been that Florida isn't hungry in the first half. The Gators trailed early against the Ducks on Sunday, just as they did against Jackson State, Purdue and Butler. A team that can jump on Florida in the first 10 minutes, when its appetite has yet to develop, and then play enough D down the stretch to hold back the flood, is capable of pulling off the upset. It's easier said than done -- but the window of opportunity exists.
THE FINAL FOUR MATCHUPS
Georgetown vs. Ohio State: The last time the Buckeyes faced an offense as good as Georgetown's -- Florida on Dec. 23 in Gainesville -- they were blown out. That, however, was multiple months ago, before Oden came into his own and Conley emerged as a bonafide star. The Hibbert-Oden duel will go a long way toward deciding the game, but so will the Hoyas' ability to defend Lewis and Butler on the perimeter.
The Pick: Georgetown 72, Ohio State 71. Set your watch to Jeff Green Time in Atlanta.
Florida vs. UCLA: The '07 Bruins are in many ways better than they were in '06 -- especially with Collison's defense and point-guard play, as well as Afflalo's big-shot confidence -- but have they proven they can prevent a repeat of last April's blowout? The fact they shut down Kansas' active bigs on Saturday was a positive sign, but Sasha Kaun, Darrell Arthur and Darnell Jackson are not Noah and Horford. Revenge will not come easy.
The Pick: Florida 69, UCLA 65. The hate, at least here, does not exist.
Georgetown is back in the Final Four for the first time in 22 years.
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John Thompson III (top) hoisted the East Region title trophy, while Patrick Ewing (bottom) played the role of proud father in East Rutherford.
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EAST RUTHERFORD, N.J. -- Once the reality had set in, that Georgetown had erased a nine-point deficit to top-seeded North Carolina in the final six minutes of an NCAA tournament epic, sent the game to overtime on a clutch three by Jonathan Wallace, and gone on a 14-0 run there to seal its first Final Four trip since 1985, the scene on the floor at Continental Airlines Arena turned surreal.
First there was Patrick Ewing -- not the sophomore forward who grabbed the clutch rebound on North Carolina's final shot of regulation, a missed 3-pointer by Wayne Ellington, but the famed center who led the Hoyas to a national title in 1984 -- holding court with reporters in front of the Georgetown bench. His eyes glistening, and his elaborate, multi-dog-tag-bling necklace glimmering in the stadium lights, he said, "I feel like I just won!"
Then there was the stream of Georgetown players walking over to the scorer's table to exchange hugs with one of CBS' radio announcers after winning 96-84. The man in the headset happened to be Big John Thompson Jr., who had brought the program to prominence in the 1980s, making three Final Four trips and winning one national championship, in 1984. Here, while the Hoyas shot a jaw-dropping 57.6 percent from the field, and 57.1 percent from three-point land, to keep up with a Tar Heels attack that many said would leave them in the dust, the elder Thompson had provided the nation with blow-by-blow analysis.
Then there was Big John's son, John Thompson III -- or Little John, as Tar Heels coach Roy Williams called him Saturday -- morphing out of his reserved persona into that of a showman, grabbing the microphone on the podium at midcourt and repeatedly yelling "WE ARE," with his rooting section responding en masse, "GEORGETOWN!"
And last, there was the Easter Bunny -- or at least a Georgetown football player named Andrew Rehwinkel profusely sweating through an Easter Bunny costume -- in the first row of the stands. He had run down there from the upper deck to congratulate players like Jeff Green, the junior who had 22 points and was named the East Region's Most Outstanding Player, and freshman DaJuan Summers, who came up huge with 20 points and six rebounds, as they left the floor. "Easter came early, baby!" yelled Rehwinkel, who bought the costume that day at a local Target. He called it "the best $50 I've spent in my life."
About 15 minutes earlier, after UNC's Ellington misfired a 3-pointer with 1:24 left in overtime -- the Tar Heels' seventh straight miss to open the extra period -- the game finally looked in hand for Georgetown, whose fans couldn't control their emotions in the stands. I glanced toward the nosebleed sections behind the Hoyas' bench, where GU's massive student section had been unfairly relegated for both contests in East Rutherford, and saw Rehwinkel holding both of his hands up to his head in disbelief. A victory had once seemed doubtful, with UNC killing Georgetown on the offensive glass in the first half (by a 10-4 margin), Thompson getting T'ed up for arguing a call, and the Heels playing at their pace to take a 50-44 lead into the break. Now, with the win in hand, even the Easter Bunny was in a state of shock.
The most level head I could find amid the chaos was that of Wallace, the 6-foot-1 junior guard with a very un-Georgetown like background. He was raised on an 80-acre cattle farm in rural Alabama, and was the student government president at Sparkman High School in Huntsville, before coming to Washington DC to lead the Hoyas back to prominence. Green, in his postgame interviews, recalled a trip he and Tyler Crawford took two summers ago to the Wallace farm, where "one big, tan-and-white cow that had a loose, dangling horn and just stared at me and Tyler."
The odd man on the Hoyas' mostly urban roster, though, had hit the biggest shot of the day, losing Lawson beneath a screen and drilling a three from the left wing to tie the game at 81-81 with 31.2 seconds left. Before telling his cow tale, Green had affectionately called Wallace, who averaged 11.0 points on the season but had 19 on 7-of-11 shooting on Sunday, "the best player on the team, to me."
And so it was Wallace who, when describing that shot, did not yell or spin a yarn about envisioning it in a dream. He simply said that it came, like most of the Hoyas' other clutch shots down the stretch, within the flow of their offense. "That's a practice shot," he said. "I shoot that shot every day."
Indeed, the story of the second-half comeback that sent Georgetown to the Final Four is not one of individual heroics, but merely that of a team trusting in the offense -- Thompson's modified Princeton attack -- that got them to East Rutherford. Down eight, at 73-65, with 7:51 left in the game, Thompson entered the huddle smiling during a media timeout and said (according to Green), "We're fine -- just keep running the offense, getting rebounds, and making stops."
"It was not a big plan to come in chuckling," said Thompson, "but I felt good about where we were."
Thompson's move was eerily similar to one found in a story Williams had told Saturday about the meeting between Georgetown and North Carolina in the hallowed 1982 national title game. During a timeout with 32 seconds left and UNC down by one, Dean Smith addressed the team one last time before Michael Jordan's storybook shot. According to Williams:
"There was not one time during the Final Four that I had he ever thought about that we could possibly lose. When those guys came over to the bench, the look on their face just shocked me because I saw a negative look. We kneeled down in front of the bench like coaches do, and Coach Smith said, "we're in great shape." He said, "I'd much rather be in our shoes than theirs. We are exactly where we want to be."
The rest -- MJ's jumper and James Worthy's steal -- was history. So, little did we know, while it looked like Georgetown was on the ropes, JTIII was channeling Smith and the Hoyas believed themselves to be in better shape than anyone else imagined. Three straight field goals in the paint by Sapp, Green and Hibbert -- the last a resounding dunk on a baseline spin -- cut UNC's lead to three at the 4:22 mark. The two teams battled back and forth for the next four minutes until it was time for Wallace to have his Jordan moment.
Williams called a timeout seven seconds later, removed his glasses, put them in the breast pocket of his suit, and entered the huddle to call a play for the final shot. Ellington's 3 -- which was, somewhat to the coach's dismay, not the first option -- was off, bringing about overtime. The final five minutes were a one-sided affair, beginning with a quintessential backcut-for-layup by Wallace, and ending with the Tar Heels' title hopes buried under a 12-point deficit.
In the tunnel afterward, Wallace made his way toward the Arena's exit without as much as a whoop or a holler, carrying his duffel bag and happily wearing his Final Four hat. Big John, who was waiting for his son to emerge, stopped Wallace and asked him, why, in the postgame press conference, he hadn't told the reporters, "I've been hitting big shots like that all year!"
Wallace shrugged his shoulders, and offered a hushed reply that seemed to appease the iconic former coach. Such boasting would have been uncharacteristic for the steady pilot of the Hoyas' unstoppable offense. And besides, he had more pressing things to do than bragging -- like catching the team bus outside, returning to DC, and preparing for the madness that awaits in Atlanta.
Before and after: Georgetown switched from gray kicks to white.
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EAST RUTHERFORD, N.J. -- Talent alone will not get you to the Final Four. Everyone knows that the recipe also requires a little bit of luck, whether it be in the form of a fortunate bounce or a favorable whistle at just the right time. And this is why so many otherwise level-headed hoopsters turn superstitious in the crucible of the NCAA tournament.
If you look out on the floor at Continental Airlines Arena on Sunday and see most of Georgetown's players wearing white-and-blue Jordan B'Loyal shoes against North Carolina, note that this color-coordination is not random. The Hoyas are sponsored by Jumpman, the label owned by the jump shooter who killed them in the 1982 national championship game. They wore those white Jordans for the first 35 games of this season. Early last week, however, in honor of their trip to the Sweet 16, a fresh shipment of custom, gray-and-blue Jordan XX2s arrived, complete with Georgetown's "G" logo on the back.
The footwear upgrade was positively received in practice, but when they went into halftime down 32-24 to Vanderbilt on Friday, the Hoyas began wondering if His Airness was indirectly playing the villain again. Naturally, their struggles were not the result of cold shooting (33.3 percent) or lack of emotion (they looked rather lifeless), but rather their brand-new kicks. "To us it was symbolic," said sophomore guard Jessie Sapp. "They were new shoes, so we felt like we were acting like new players. In order for us to go back to our old-school Georgetown basketball that we'd been playing the whole year, we had to go back to our old shoes."
To be loyal to the Hoyas' throwback ethic, the XX2s had to go, and the B'Loyals had to come back. Sapp explained the shoe-switch in depth afterward, but when it actually occurred, it spread through the locker room as a silent wave of superstition.
Junior point guard Jonathan Wallace sparked it, saying later that he wanted to go "back to the bread-and-butter" that got the Hoyas to the Sweet 16. Center Roy Hibbert followed. Jeff Green -- who would go on to hit the game-winning shot -- copied his fellow juniors' wardrobe change, saying, "I didn't want to be the odd character out there." Youngsters Sapp and Pat Ewing Jr. were next. "Pat kind of looked at me," Sapp said, "and we both thought, 'We don't want to be brand new. We want to be ourselves.'"
Of the Georgetown starters, only HugMasterDaJuan Summers -- a freshman, and thus the most new-school of the bunch -- kept his XX2s on in the second half. The rest of the Hoyas' cast found their footing (as well as, coincidentally, their accuracy and intensity) and overtook the Commodores to seal a trip to the Elite Eight. "I don't want to say the shoes caused anything," said Wallace, "but hey, whatever works -- and it worked."
On Sunday, the good-luck war will not automatically won by Georgetown. Its opponent, North Carolina, is just as obsessed with such business. Point guard Tywon Lawsonexplained the "whiteboard box" on Friday night, and said some Heels blamed their slow start against USC on the fact that they neglected to draw the box (with the number 16 in it) before the game. And head coach Roy Williams, when asked on Saturday for his most vivid memories of that '82 final -- for which he was a young assistant on Dean Smith's staff -- told a story about a Snickers bar before even mentioning Jordan's shot:
"I was a little superstitious. I kept a candy bar in my pocket before every game down the stretch and I would always buy it at the arena. Believe it or not, the Superdome in New Orleans in 1982 didn't sell candy, and so I went to one of the gates, walked out and went across the street in New Orleans to buy a candy bar. I came back to the door and the guard that was there had changed and they weren't going to let me come back in. My biggest memory is how doggone scared I am -- I'm helping coach a team in the national championship game and I'm not even going to get into the freaking arena."
Between shoes, boxes, candy, and umpteen other rituals individual Hoyas and Heels are no doubt keeping secret, lest they lose their potency, the basketball portion of the East Region final is only a secondary matter.