Alright Marquis, I know you have a big decision ahead of you today, and maybe the most important thing isn’t where the prettier girls go (…alright, we both know I’m lying but humor me, your parent’s might read this.) Now, when you sit down in behind the Red and Blue hats, here’s a couple things to think about that should help ease your decision making process.
-Development of Point Guards. Really think about it for a second. Edgar Sosa vs John Wall. Why go to Louisville and be the next underachieving point guard for Pitino, when you could come to Kentucky and be the next John Wall for the Big Blue Nation? You can be the fifth in Calipari’s lineage of superior point guards. Rose, Evans, Wall, Knight, then Teague. And honestly? If you aren’t it, someone else will be. This alone is an opportunity you cannot pass up.
-Michael Gilchrist. Seriously, have you seen the man play? Can you imagine the number of assists you’ll be racking up just by being on his team? Hell, I’m pretty sure even I could average 4 APG just by passing Gilchrist his water bottle from the bench.
-Mass media exposure. Look at what happened this year. With a plethora of Freshmen Phenom’s, Kentucky became the go to sports storyline of the year, and 2011 is setting itself up in a very similar manner. With some returning talent from next years team, plus a potentially devastating amount of talent in your class, your face will be on ESPN every night. Book it. Start working on your Marquis Teague dance now, and look for it to be done at weddings in April 2012.
-Speaking of April 2012, come to UK and win a title. It’s as simple as that. Do you think you’re going to get that kind of chance at Louisville? Pitino’s reign at Louisville is falling apart. Would you rather jump on a sinking ship, or be in the drivers seat of the Millennium Calcon? (Joke stolen from Fake Gimel’s personal archive.)
-KFC Yums! …Seriously?
One last thing. This is important. If you take nothing away from this piece, remember this.
Edgar Sosa, Edgar Sosa, Edgar Sosa.
See you in Lexington, Marquis.