Ratto: UConn. Never. Led.


Ratto: UConn. Never. Led.

Dec. 30, 2010


Ray Ratto
Jeannette Pohlen, meet John Shumate. Tara Van Derveer, wave at Digger Phelps as you move down the road.Stanford, meet Notre Dame.
In an unusually dominant performance by a team used to dominating, theCardinal jumped on Connecticut early, and stayed on the entire evening,leading from beginning to end in ending UConns 90-game winning streakat Maples Pavilion, 71-59.Thats right, leading from beginning to end.As in, the best womens basketball program in the known universetrailed for all but 85 seconds to the team that had become the gamesnew silver medalist.In short, unlike Notre Dames win over UCLA to break the mens recordin 1974, this was a comprehensive beating, one in which there was nodoubt about who played better and who stayed better.Im just glad we defended Maples, was Pohlens most inspiring quote,a notion that implies that UConn was the interloper, the outworldertrying to upset the natural order of things.Which, strangely, is exactly how it played out. Tara Van Derveersweeks of summer tape study, which ranged from UConn to Tennessee toeven the Lakers triangle offense, paid off, double time and a half.Maya Moore, the new best womens player ever, was crowded out of thegame offensively by all nine Ogwumike sisters, plus Joslyn Tinkle andLindy LaRocque. She missed 10 of 15 shots, and got only clean looks atthe basket four times all night. Pohlen, on the other hand, swallowed the game with 31 points, ninerebounds and six assists as part of an oppressive evenings work by theentire Cardinal lineup. And while the obvious focus will be on the way Moores influence wasminimized throughout the evening, the game actually turned whenStanford had the ball early in the game. A diabolical 19-7 break early,punctuated by a series of back-cut layups against the defensively soundHuskies got the Cardinal a 22-9 lead that never got within four pointsthe rest of the evening.In short, you may be surprised if you choose, but leaving room forwonderment at the precision and control the Cardinal exhibited is alsorequired.Remember, UConn NEVER LED.Nobody can remember the last time that happened, but the safest guesswould be the early 90s, when they were still a good but nototherworldly program. They even had leads in the 23-point loss to LSUthree years ago in the NCAA Tournament.But not Thursday. For the most part, they werent close to a lead.Honestly, its December, and I just hope it will help our teamimprove, Van Derveer said, but this isnt like something . . . itsnot a national championship, but it will help us. She also told the television audience, Im glad nobody got hurt, sowe can say without hesitation that Van Derveer enthuses poorly. But away from her players and in the safety of her office, she probablyblocked out some time jumping up and down and cracking holes in theceiling sheetrock from the proximity to perfect her team played. Theywere challenged often but never truly endangered, a tribute to eithertheir own brilliance, UConns weariness defending the number 90, or acombination thereof. I thought we showed moments of fight where we came together and playedtogether at times, Moore said, and then wed do something to hurtourselves, or theyd get a layup and momentum would shift right backtheir way. In the real world, when you dont play well, and other team playswell, youre supposed to lose, a gracious and thoroughlynon-distraught Geno Auriemma said after all. It takes a really goodteam on their home court to play really well and you to struggle. Itcould happen again next week at Notre Dame. It probably wont, of course, because UConn is still UConn. But therevelation that we maybe should have seen when Baylor lost to theHuskies by one earlier this month came into full high-definition view. Weve seen these things a lot, but finally a team took advantage ofthe mistakes we made, Auriemma said. In the past, weve made ourmistakes but the other team couldnt take advantage and finally we wentout and whacked em. Today, they had their opportunities and tookadvantage of them. Everyone who knows me knows Im a little over the top, Van Derveersaid of her summer preparation, which included an exhaustiveexamination of the Lakers famed triangle offense. But we spent a lotof time on this, no question. Van Derveer noted that since UConns last loss, Stanford has lost eighttimes, including games at Baylor, Tennessee and UConn, and whistled heradmiration at the 90-win streak her players just torpedoed. But preparation only helps so much, and not nearly as much as statistics like: UConn, four second-chance points. UConn, outscored 28-14 in the paint. UConn, two fast-break points. UConn, three bench points. That covers all the rebounding, defensive and hustle components, andPohlen, Petersen and a balanced support effort finished the deal. On ascale of 1 to 10, Van Derveer, who is bad at putting single games inhistorical context, this will last awhile. Well have them at practice tomorrow, she said, but this can onlyhelp our confidence. UConn doesnt need to work on its confidence. Thisis a statement game for us, though. And the statement is, UConn never led. Make of that what you will.

A sports-related pie-fixing scandal? Hell never felt so fun


A sports-related pie-fixing scandal? Hell never felt so fun

I’m liking this 2017 so far. Then again, after 2016, nearly any year would be an improvement.

Just this last weekend we got a flat-earth scandal that turned into a mock-up about media self-importance and fake news (yay Kyrie Irving and his impish sense of satire!).

We got the overblown Russell-Hates-Kevin narrative, and the faux Russell-Secretly-Loves-Kevin counternarrative, all because we are stunningly attracted to meaningless and utterly contrived drama (yay our ability to B.S. ourselves!).

We got the NBA All-Star Game ripped for having no defense even though last year’s game was, if anything, worse (yay short attention span!).

We got the Boogie Cousins trade and the national revulsion of all the thought processes the Sacramento Kings put into this perpetually rolling disaster (yay making Boogie and Vivek Ranadive household names!).

And now we got the Great Sutton United Pie-Fixing Scandal. Yeah, pie-fixing. Hell never felt so fun.

So here’s the deal. Sutton United, a very small fry in English soccer, got to the fifth round of the FA Cup, a competition in which all the clubs in England are commingled and play each other until one team remains. The big clubs almost always win, so any time a small club goes deep, it’s a big deal.

Anyway, Sutton went deeper in the competition than nearly anyone in the last century, a charming development given that it is such a small club that it had a stadium caretaker, goalie coach and backup goalie all in one massive fellow, a 46-year-old guy named Wayne Shaw. Shaw became the globular embodiment of the entire Sutton Experience, a jolly lark for everyone involved and especially when he ate a pie on the bench in the final minutes of Sutton’s Cup-exiting loss to Arsenal.

And now he’s been eased into resigning his jobs with the club, because – and this is so very British – there were betting shops taking action on whether he would in fact eat a pie on the bench, and he either did or did not tip off his pals that he was going to chow down on television.

He did eat the pie. His pals collected on their bets. The sport’s governing body opened an investigation into market manipulation by gambling – which is hilarious given that no fewer than 10 gambling establishments have advertising deals with English soccer clubs. Shaw was invited to quit to kill the story, and he took the hint.

Hey, dreams die all the time. But it’s still pie-fixing. Let that rattle around your head for a minute. Pie-fixing. Not match-fixing. Not point-shaving. Pie-fixing.

Now how can you not love this year?

Sure, it sucks for Shaw, but it serves as a series of cautionary tales for athletes around the world.

* Gambling is everywhere, and every time you inch toward it, you dance on the third rail.

* If you want to help your friends, give them cash.

* This is a horribly delicious way to lose your gig.

* And finally, fun in the 21st century isn’t ever truly fun because someone in a suit and a snugly-placed stick is going to make sure you pay full retail for that fun.

But it is nice to know that something that has never happened before is now part of our year. Pie-fixing is a thing now, as silly in its way as Irving’s flat-earth narrative was. And as we steer away from normal games as being too run-of-the-mill-fuddy-duddy entertainment, we have replaced them with sideshows.

Or do you forget how many people complained Saturday and Sunday that the dunk contest wasn’t interesting enough? How stupid is that?

Lots. Lots of stupid. But against pie-tin-shaped planets and pies turned into betting coups, how can it possibly compare?

We chase a lot of idiotic narratives in our sporting lives. The great What Will The Patriots Do To Roger Goodell story died like the old dog it was. We still try to flog Warriors-Thunder as a rivalry in search of better TV ratings when all the obvious evidence is that it is no such thing unless you think a couple that broke up nine months ago is still a solid story. We have Bachelor fantasy leagues, for God’s sake.

This would leave most normal folks in despair, thus matching their everyday experiences, but yin meets yang, and every time it looks like we are all barrel-rolling into the sun, we get Irving, and then we get Wayne Shaw.

In short, 2017 is going to be fun of grand surprises for us all. I look forward to the day President Trump tries to fete the Patriots and only gets to Skype with Bob Kraft and the equipment guys who midwifed DeflateGate, and Mark Davis in Las Vegas, just to see if he can get a P.F. Chang’s into the Bellagio.

Why not? This is sport’s year-long tribute to sketch comedy, and evidently everyone is signing on enthusiastically to replace lessons of morality and honor and equality and dignity and sportsmanship with slackened jaws and belly laughs.

So yay sports! Or as it is clearly becoming, A Night At The Improv.

Patriots win one for the ages, but where does it rank?

Patriots win one for the ages, but where does it rank?

The price of watching Roger Goodell being booed back to the Bronze Age is a subtle but real one, and one that people will feel very dearly soon enough.

The last great cathartic Super Bowl is now done, with the New England Patriots winning the brilliant and decisive battle to be sports’ new evil empire. In doing so, it rendered Goodell a permanent and risible punch line in National Football League history, the mall cop who wanted the death penalty for littering, and in the words of the song “got what he wanted but he lost what he had.”

True, $40 million a year can make the dissolution of your public persona a reasonably decent tradeoff, but we lost the argument about who won his windmill tilt with the Patriots. It’s done, and he is now permanently and irrevocably a figure of ridicule.

But that’s not the only debating point America lost Sunday night, and while you wouldn’t think it given how much time we are willing to shouting at each other, quality arguments are not easily replaced.

We have almost surely lost the mindless debate about the best quarterback ever, because there is nothing anyone can bring up that the words “Tom Brady” cannot rebut except calling his own plays, and since that is no longer allowed in football, it is a silly asterisk to apply.

We have almost surely lost the equally silly shouter about the best coach ever. Bill Belichick is defiantly not fun, but he has built, improved and bronzed an organizational model that is slowly swallowing the rest of the sport. That and five trophies makes him the equal if not better of the short list of Paul Brown, George Halas, Vince Lombardi, Bill Walsh and Tom Landry.

Plus, Belichick locked up the most absurd response to a question in coaching history Monday when he said, “As great as today feels . . . we're five weeks behind the other teams for the 2017 season.” Even allowing for Gregg Popovich in-game interviews, the so-grim-he-could-make-a-robot-cry worship-the-process response has now become a cliché. If 2017 prep was so important, he should have skipped yesterday’s game, and he definitely should have chosen not to waste so much time on the trophy stand after the game when training camp drills needed to be scheduled.

Oh, and DeflateGate died. Dead. No zombie possibilities here.

We do have a meatheaded argument ahead of us about which championship in the last year is the best, which can be settled here.

1. Leicester City, because 5,000-1 is 5,000-1, and the whole world understands that. Plus, there was invaluable three-month buildup that engaged non-soccer fans.

2. Chicago Cubs, because 108 years is 108 years.

3. New England Patriots, because . . . well, I don’t have to explain it unless you have no useful memory span. “Down 25 In The Third Quarter” is the new “Down 3-1.”

4. Cleveland Cavaliers, because they slayed the first unbeatable Warrior team by coming from 3-1 down, and even as a silver medalist, it will always be an internet meme, which is what passes for memorable in our decrepit culture.

5. (tie) Villanova basketball and Clemson football in a tie, because they were essentially the same great game.

7. The Pittsburgh Penguins, because the Stanley Cup Final was devoid of drama or high moments, and only 14:53 of overtime. Feh.

But everything else is settled, and this Super Bowl will not be topped for a long time. Our current cycle of absurd championships is almost surely going to end soon, because “Down 3-1” has happened twice in eight months (three times, if you count Warriors over Thunder), and the bar has now been placed well beyond reasonable clearing.

Indeed, the only thing left is for a championship team to spontaneously combust on the award stand. But if they do so and ignite Roger Goodell along the way, that would be an ending America would cheerfully endorse.

But that also isn’t an argument any more, and yes, that includes Gary Bettman.