For 30 minutes last night, Xavier looked a team adrift. The Musketeers could not, per Byron Larkin, “hit the ocean” with a shot. The defense could not figure out a way to Sincere Carry, a genuinely good guard, and the capacity crowd was getting restless. Then, things changed. Paul Scruggs had apparently had enough. For the next ten minutes he was Xavier’s junkyard dog, just like he has been for the last four years. There may be a necklace that gets passed around after games, but it’s only ever on lease from Paul. In bullet point form, here’s some things to think about Xavier after two games.
Things I think I think about Xavier basketball
