Check it. A wise man once said, “success comes from knowing that you did your best to become the best that you are capable of becoming.” That man? John Wooden. What he meant? I’m not sure.
And that’s real.
Mad science droppin’ on you, son. Mad knowledge. And if you liked that, better stay tuned. Because what you hear? It’s not a test. I’m bloggin to the beat.
Word up.
Today’s subject? Haters. Urbandictionary.com defines it as “a person that simply cannot be happy for another person’s success.” I know this silky-smooth man before you has his share. They say my on-air persona is affected. Forced. Dated. Dated? Word? For reals? Well, so what if I model myself after the House Party film franchise and, well, urbandictionary.com? Tisha Campbell was MAD fine, kid! And really, straight up, what else do you expect? I went to the same high school as Ben Folds, son. Ben Folds.
But I’m not here to talk about me! I’m here to talk about what I think about the ACC tournament. Specifically? The Maryland Terps, and their path to the ACC title, which could land them stupid high in the Ginormous Get-down next week.
That’s what I call the big dance.
Terps. Jackets. You know the names. Vasquez. Favors. Williams. Hayes. Lawal. Two schools of thought on Georgia Tech right now. One, they’ll be MAD-DUPERTY-adrenalized to face the Terps, because a win would get them off the bubble and avenge their previous buzzer-beater loss to the Terps. The other school is that this team has lost the will to compete, maybe even given up on coach Paul Hewitt. You want to talk about haters? The Jackets’ AD is mum until the end of the season, but there’s plenty of criticism to fill the void. Plenty of speculation that he’ll be fired. In other words, plenty of Haterade.
I’m of the opinion that the Jackets are gonna fight. Go back to the top of this post, home skillet. Peep John Wooden. Athletes always strive to do their best. What would giving up in the biggest game of their college careers do for the draft stock of certain players? Nah, they’re gonna come correct. But after escaping Carolina just last night, they’re not gonna have enough left for the high-octane Terps, particularly at the guard positions.
It might mean Hewitt’s job. But don’t hate, GT fans. Don’t boo our athletes, guys. They’re human beings. Large human beings, famous and potentially very rich human beings, but human beings nontheless. So let’s coddle our athletes. No booing. Please. You’re making my eye well up. Most likely with tears.
The only team on the Terp side of the bracket who has beaten them this season is Clemson. And whoops! Looks like Clemson spit up that bit last night against N.C. State. Hater in the house! Mad props to the Pack. Good news for Maryland, as they’ll get the Wolfpack or Florida State. And I don’t wanna say nothin, but that ain’t right. The Pack? Not good. Period. The Noles? Finished strong. A projected eight seed as of today. But this season? Maryland’s straight killin ‘em, son. Two wins with an average 16-point victory margin. With Alabi and Singleton inside, it’s never a cake walk. But Maryland should handle them. Man, the Terps are gettin crazy love right now!
But it’s like Heavy D says. Now that the Terps have found love, what are they gonna do with it? A Maryland-Duke final is for all the marbles, kid. Winner takes the season series and probably a two or three seed. Duke? Cool as the other side of the pillow. You know they’re making it. We’ll see whether the Terps can hold up their end. I’m thinking they will. Don’t front.
Upsets have cleared out some contenders. Now we’ll see if the Cinderella bug is here to stay, or if the remaining favorites are gonna show and prove like my man John Wooden. Or my hero, Jam Master Jay. Because for Maryland and Duke? Those turntables might wobble. But in the end, son, they don’t fall down. And that’s real.

















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