Following the party, Lin and I drove my sister, Lin, and her husband, Bob, to a wonderful sushi restaurant a mile away, and I had the opportunity to ventilate about the usual medical frustrations.
When we got home, I dutifully watched the game knowing exactly where it was going, and feeling depressed, as I thought that this was a very good team.... not great, but a Sweet Sixteen team, at least. What I saw was hubris and then near panic as Harden took the game away.
This season, particularly, anyone can beat you, and you should never forget it. You're only as good as your last shot, your last defensive effort, and you've got to be relentless. There's time. Howland's a great coach, who learns lessons and accepts responsibility. The players are young. It's a good team, and even great teams lose....like the Tar Heels.