To borrow a line from Henley (William, not Don) in his poem Invictus, as a fan of this team, “my head is bloody, but unbowed.”
Deflated is not strong enough a word for how I felt watching our guys play last night. The thing I kept saying to myself during the game was, “we’re better than this.”
Our observations include:
We got out-coached
We run no half-court offense
We’re too soft
We can’t make open looks
We suck at foul shooting
We don’t take care of the ball
We play too many cupcakes to start the year
All of this is true. And most of it is correctable.
The talent is there, but one thing this team needs, to a man, is to look inside themselves, muster their strength and confidence, attack the game and will themselves to win.
They need to adopt the attitude expressed in the last lines of Invictus: “I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul.”
So on we go.
Deflated is not strong enough a word for how I felt watching our guys play last night. The thing I kept saying to myself during the game was, “we’re better than this.”
Our observations include:
We got out-coached
We run no half-court offense
We’re too soft
We can’t make open looks
We suck at foul shooting
We don’t take care of the ball
We play too many cupcakes to start the year
All of this is true. And most of it is correctable.
The talent is there, but one thing this team needs, to a man, is to look inside themselves, muster their strength and confidence, attack the game and will themselves to win.
They need to adopt the attitude expressed in the last lines of Invictus: “I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul.”
So on we go.
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