As someone tasked with the responsibility of covering America’s most depressing basketball conference, my job after another week of foul results is simple: laugh at the carnage and try not to let it ruin my soul. This wouldn’t be so sadness-inducing if Oregon had shown any signs whatsoever of being good–which they haven’t. And now that my son Bol Bol (yes, that’s how much I’m obsessed with him) is sidelined, I’m in desperate need of an electromagnetic shock to wake my super-fandom back up, because it’s waning in presence recently.
Maybe (maybe) if we go and suffocate Baylor and just beat their brakes off by like 50 and Bol Bol returns, I’ll be reeled back into the excitement.