Oh Roy. Where do I begin? Roy Williams was the coach of my Jayhawks during my childhood through my college years. He was the coach that brought us donuts as we camped out for days for the best seats in Alen Fieldhouse. Then he was the coach that betrayed us, leaving for his home state of North Carolina, mere hours after a painful championship loss in 2003. Many years, and a revenge slaying of his Tarheels in the final four in 2008 have done much to heal the wounds, yet I can't help but feel a twinge of pain everytime I see him in that baby blue argyle.
Phew. That's all for a few days. I've been on a basketball bender this week and I need a bit of a break. I'll be back for the Sweet Sixteen!