So in case the Gonzaga Bulldogs still didn’t have that top-line feeling back after Terrible Tuesday, they were given an imprimatur on Selection Sunday. And they had nothing to do with it.
Before Zion’s shoe went kablooey and “strong-ass offer” became the meme of the moment, college basketball’s ranking outrage of this season was some post-Thanksgiving indigestion.
Hiring Ernie Kent was tired thinking on the part of Chun’s predecessor, Bill Moos; he couldn’t have done any worse taking a flyer on a younger, cheaper comer. Constantly rolling over the coach’s contract, meanwhile, was pure cronyism.
For the Gonzaga Bulldogs’s women’s basketball team, there is family and there is FAMILY, and now they know both the distinction and how it gets blurred together when life issues impose their way into the world of games.
Their gruesome falls to the court and the injuries that forced them to hobble out of Orleans Arena on crutches after the Monday afternoon women’s semifinals of the West Coast Conference basketball tournament defined both the day and the soul of the Zags in their 79-78 victory. And define the day after, too.
Before Gonzaga took up more or less permanent residence in the high rise that is the NCAA Tournament bracket, the Bulldogs had to get past the doorman. And before that, they had to find the neighborhood.
This was the small-ball world when Mike Colbrese took on the job as executive director of the Washington Interscholastic Activities Association 25 years ago. Lots of things were simpler then, for schools big and little.
One of the B-est things still remaining about the B tournament is taking a look across the court and being unable to tell if the guy with the probing gaze standing tall in front of the bench is the coach or a wheat farmer.
But just as college basketball has managed to go on without Zion, the B tournament doesn’t stop just because Brock Ravet of Kittitas hasn’t laced up his shoes yet – though that’s certainly must-see stuff.
Just think of the Zags who missed out on the big farewell – Adam Morrison, Austin Daye, Kelly Olynyk, Domantas Sabonis, Nigel Williams-Goss, Zach Collins.
Records both take you out of the moment and amplify it at the same time, and with the volume knob in Spokane cranked up to 11 on anything Zags, it’s not like this was going to slide by unnoticed by anyone.
Even a full month out from Selection Monday, there was an angsty little subtext mixed into Saturday’s doings at McCarthey Athletic Center that went beyond how much space exists between Gonzaga and Brigham Young in the West Coast Conference standings.
The news, as is increasingly the case these days, was delivered via text – two of them, in fact, from her coaches. Though not so much news as congratulations, so it was all rather cryptic.
There are rulebooks, and coin flips to decide who kicks off, and the once-a-game center jump to, well, keep things fair. But in the bigger sense, there’s no fairness doctrine in sports.
In his first 12 months as athletic director at Washington State, Pat Chun has turned over 25 percent of the staff, overseen a record year in fundraising and been the grateful witness to a charmed football season that set standards for everything from victories to GameDay gaga.
The domination enters a third decade and the blowouts, amazingly enough, get ever bigger. The worshippers at McCarthey Athletic Center are left to seek other, more exotic, Gonzaga basketball thrills.
Fifteen seasons back, the Gonzaga Bulldogs clinched the West Coast Conference regular season title on Feb. 14, something akin to sinking the 8-ball with five of the other guy’s targets still on the table.
What we remember – and so does he – is that impossible run of shots 11 months ago, 3-pointer after 3-pointer shimmying through the net and setting off a sequence of roars that surely was heard all the way over on the Las Vegas Strip.
Once the Seattle Mariners’ Hall of Fame designated hitter puts that decisive swing on Jack McDowell’s split-fingered fastball and the camera tracks the ball into left field, you never see Edgar Martinez again.
In fact, the Cougars’ 78-66 loss to Stanford at high noon on Saturday was a mad dash into an open manhole. If somebody slides the cover back on, we may never see them again.