Cool Hand Lute goes cold
Too many changes. Too fast.
As the nation prepares to enter a dark and dangerous time, some of the remaining vestiges of a wholesome era begin to break free. Like in Atlas Shrugged and its multiple allusions to the wisdom and work ethic of previous generations -- virtues lost in the generation at the helm -- it somehow seems appropriate that Lute Olson would retire this week.
We all knew this time would come, as much as we tried to deny it. The turmoil of the past two years has clearly taken its toll. Frankly, it's probably been a long, lonely and punishing decline since his beloved Bobbi died. But I feel like the short-sighted avarice with which players began abusing the Arizona program pushed Lute over the edge. You could tell it went against his core beliefs as he even began speaking in favor of mandating a minimum recruit commitment of two years -- a position that other leading coaches shunned. In particular, Brandon Jennings jump to Italy in order to wait out his year until he's eligible for the NBA rather than at least take a year at school I think was the straw that broke the camel's back.
I can't help but imagine the Destroyer coming to take Lute to a better place. To be free of the whining and entitlements this society has fostered. You'll love Galt's Gulch, Lute, I promise. You'd fit in there perfectly.
Now, today, word comes that Arizona's three recruits for next year have all backed out of their verbal commitments. We Wildcats fans should actually enjoy this moment in time. Pay our humble tokens of gratitude to a man that forged a program for a quarter century. Stop and enjoy the spectacle of the lights that define the edge of the black hole. For very soon, we'll plunge into its crushing oblivion, hoping...praying...we come out in a better place on the other side.
As the nation prepares to enter a dark and dangerous time, some of the remaining vestiges of a wholesome era begin to break free. Like in Atlas Shrugged and its multiple allusions to the wisdom and work ethic of previous generations -- virtues lost in the generation at the helm -- it somehow seems appropriate that Lute Olson would retire this week.
We all knew this time would come, as much as we tried to deny it. The turmoil of the past two years has clearly taken its toll. Frankly, it's probably been a long, lonely and punishing decline since his beloved Bobbi died. But I feel like the short-sighted avarice with which players began abusing the Arizona program pushed Lute over the edge. You could tell it went against his core beliefs as he even began speaking in favor of mandating a minimum recruit commitment of two years -- a position that other leading coaches shunned. In particular, Brandon Jennings jump to Italy in order to wait out his year until he's eligible for the NBA rather than at least take a year at school I think was the straw that broke the camel's back.
I can't help but imagine the Destroyer coming to take Lute to a better place. To be free of the whining and entitlements this society has fostered. You'll love Galt's Gulch, Lute, I promise. You'd fit in there perfectly.
Now, today, word comes that Arizona's three recruits for next year have all backed out of their verbal commitments. We Wildcats fans should actually enjoy this moment in time. Pay our humble tokens of gratitude to a man that forged a program for a quarter century. Stop and enjoy the spectacle of the lights that define the edge of the black hole. For very soon, we'll plunge into its crushing oblivion, hoping...praying...we come out in a better place on the other side.



