A letter to Shaka,
By clob
Dear Shaka,
Fvcking sucks, don't it?
This ain't Kenyon college anymore. You ain't the starting point guard anymore. VCU? Nah. Remember that one year you spent at Florida as an assistant? Remember watching Billy Donovan and his slicked coif grow damp with sweat after every game? How bright the lights were on him? How you longed for the day where you had YOUR moment in the sun?
Well my dude-- after five years of stinking up the joint, guess what?
Today's your day, MoFo.
Today is the day that you can turn back all the naysayers and make it right with the folks like me that supported you. I knew you could get us here, I just thought you'd do it before you got gray hairs on your ball sack. Don't ask how I know. My spies are everywhere.
Today, you can usher Texas one giant leap toward legitimacy again in basketball. We don't demand a final four every year, but a sweet 16 would be nice. And today is a chance for you to get us on that path.
You wanted your Billy Donovan moment, well, here it is. Now go make us proud or be prepared to GTFO of dodge.