I was talking to a friend of mine recently and we were speaking about a Kentucky game that had just finished, when he said to me, “when you watch Woo play, does it ever just hurt you?” And I immediately realized that this was the feeling that I often had. There is no doubt that Woo is my favorite player, by far, and maybe one of my favorite players in UK history. I love how hard he plays, how much he seems to care about the team and his absolutely absurd answers to the questions in the UK media guid. He truly is a revelation.
However watching him play often truly pains me. I want him to succeed so much, but he makes so many mistakes that it can be as difficult as watching that 16 year old cowboy from American Idol sing. I cant count how many passes he has dropped that are then followed by a sad look on face that makes it look like he is about to cry. He then looks at his teammates with a “please forgive me glance” and proceeds down the court to let the process of hustle, sweat and foul begin again anew.
I often find myself shaking my head and saying, “poor Woo.” But, there is no doubt that if I were having a dinner party, or knew how to cook, he would be my first guest. And when he opens his Polish restaurant in Lexington (one of his stated goals), I will be at opening night.