A few observations from the couch:
What better way to express one’s excitement than a hearty chest-bump to Brandon Stockton. The Tubster did just that after the game, reminding us all of the special bond shared between Arnold and Mr. Drummond.
Bruce Pearl’s persperation is prodigious. If he wears that Tenn. orange blazer too long he’ll no longer be supporting his employer, but more along the lines of something suitable for Rick Barnes at Texas.
In typical Tubby fashion, the head coach was mum Thrusday on when Randolph Morris was going to need a procedure to remove the fire-cracker from his keister. Sounds like a job for the Assman! (shameless Seinfeld plug)
Rajon Rondo ran the spread offense like Tim Couch last night, further proving that the only person who can stop him, is him…and he’s done an amazing job containing himself this season, I must say.
How about everybody’s all-glue teamer, Patrick Sparks? Holding Lofton to 15 quiet points is something to behold, but then again…Lofton was never quick to begin with, right? (tongue firmly in cheek)
While he’s not John, Brandon Stockton is far from Saul Smith. He’s gutsy, intelligent, and above all, he CARES! He also sealed the W for us with his wizard-like theft at the end of the game.
Who’s number 42? He played alright, I just didn’t catch his name.
Joe Crawford’s 11 points coincidentally matched his score on the wonderlic test.
Even with the imperative victory last night, the importance of Sunday’s showdown with the Gators has not dwindled. Senior Day aside, the winner will lock up a first round bye in Nashville, as history indicates it’s not likely to win the event when playing on Thursday. I believe that the Cats can improve their seed as much as 6 or 7 spots with very strong showing in the Music City, and Sunday will dicate just that.