Who Really Wanted That #1 Seed Anyway...?

Well, I think I've taken a sufficient amount of time to cool off after this afternoon's debacle.  I'm surprised Izzo didn't yank every hair out of his scalp today (which would have negated the whole ShaveGate spectacle entirely).

I think I can speak for all of us when I say, if that's what we're going to look like come dance time -- we're certainly not going to be dancing for very long.  All in all, a simply abysmal showing.  29% from the floor?  Gaping holes underneath the basket on D?  Lest we forget that the only guy in green and white for the final 5 minutes or so worth mentioning was a freshman wearing #34.

OSU did exactly what scouts will tell anyone to do against us: play a stifling 2-3 zone, send at least two defenders sprinting back on defense, and (it must be said) exploit the oh-so-obvious Achilles heel of our beloved Spartans: force turnovers.

We're going to need to apply some ticky-tack to fingers come NCAA time, because even a #15 seed will hang tough should we happen to get sloppy with the basketball in the first round. 

Sidenote: I was almost hoping for a quick screenshot or replay of Izzo lambasting the five on the floor around the 10:00 minute mark of the 2nd half.  How was he not losing his mind?  Jud Heathcote would've given himself a minor concussion if he'd been stalking the sideline.

I'm looking forward to the big bracket reveal tonight, and also to my fellow bloggers' comments on seeds and our chances next week and beyond.  Until then, keep the faith.

Who knows: perhaps UNC and MSU share a secret strategy?  Bow out early in conference tourneys to allow for some R&R&R&R.  (Rest, Relaxation, Reflection, and Ridicule from Media Pundits.)