So the confetti that fell will end up in a landfill and not on some Gonzaga entrepreneur’s eBay page. So Nigel Williams-Goss’ No. 5 won’t adorn the clocktower for the next month.
One teardrop runner settled into the net, and another a few minutes later. Then a 3-pointer found home – off a kick-out pass from the big fella – and the sigh of relief could be heard everywhere between Silicon Valley and Spokane.
Mark Few and Frank Martin are two coaches who couldn’t seem to be less alike except that their roots were humble and their achievements have been great.
GLENDALE, Ariz. – Warning: Don’t even suggest to Donny Daniels that this Final Four business must seem routine by now. “Oh, no – can’t say that,” said Gonzaga’s veteran assistant coach. “Every one is special – every one. This is something you just don’t take for granted.”
It only took 19 years – and that was just how long ago the nation first became aware Gonzaga had a basketball team – for the Bulldogs to become an overnight sensation.
As you may have heard, Gonzaga’s 36th victory of the college basketball season on Saturday night earned the Bulldogs a spot in their first Final Four. Oregon, South Carolina and North Carolina eventually joined the party – because this is a competition, not a coronation.
By now, surely you’ve read the quote or seen the clip of Gonzaga coach Mark Few responding to a pointed inquiry the other night on what it would mean to him to reach the Final Four and “finally get that monkey off your back.” Because, you know, anything less is failure.
How tough do you have to be to sumo wrestle a stump grinder? To slow dance with gunnysack of glass shards? To endure the baleful glare of Bob Huggins and his remorseless ninjas and stare right back, and not just as survivors? To stay nothing of staring down history, cynics and silly narratives.
Over the years, Gonzaga basketball has been the ultimate party mix. Charismatic big men, exotic imports from six continents, steady Eddie guards, second-chancers, glue guys, rock-star celebrities. And Jordan Mathews.
In a Northwestern locker room aswirl in joy and delirium on Thursday night, a reporter approached Wildcat sub Gavin Skelly at his locker. Skelly flashed a big grin and patted the empty seat next to him. “Pull up a chair,” he said.
In March of 1999 – or 1 A.D., as it’s known in the context of Gonzaga basketball – the Bulldogs’ coaching staff devised what would be the game plan to launch a dynasty, not that anyone thought about it that way at the time.
If it wasn’t exactly West Coast Bias, it was at least ... what? A West Coast Wink? Tolerance? Grudging Acknowledgement? Hell, no. It was West Coast Love.
Mark Few met Jared Brownridge in the handshake line and the two took a long moment for a hug and a handshake and some claps on the shoulder, and especially some warm words. During which, presumably, the Gonzaga coach offered up a letter of recommendation.