It really feels awesome to be a Cyclone right now.
It reminds me of when I was a younger man, having just got married, and moved into the first home I ever purchased (a beautiful four-square right on Locust Street in Davenport, damn I miss that house), and our Cyclones had Marcus Fizer and Jamaal Tinsley. Michael Nurse, Kantrail Horton, Stevie Johnson. Paul Shirley.
It felt great knowing that we were good enough to play with anyone, and watching that team hang in there and win road games in the Big 12 conference. It was beautiful watching Fizer abuse the other big men in the league, and watching our shooters launch threes from anywhere in the half court. ****, they'd throw up thirty-footers and swish the hell out of them. That team was confident, it was arrogant, and it should have won a national championship. That game in Auburn Hills was ********.
I thought we had arrived. I thought we were going to take a perennial spot in the league as one of the contenders every year.
The next year happened, and it was even greater. A two seed?? Wow!! And even after the Hampton loss, I thought, meh. Bad luck. One game. We're still on top. But then Coed-gate happened. And transfer-gate.
Here we were three years ago, and things sucked. I'm so grateful that Freddie came back and has given us this gift. We know we have the talent and the coaching to play with any team in the land. If enough breaks go our way, we're good enough to win six games in March. **** on people who start these meltdown threads after losses. You ******* idiots must be about ten years old to throw a tantrum after these games. Don't you understand we had a chance to win these games at the end? Four years ago, we were getting blown out every. single. game. You want to complain about this team? **** YOU!