There was a moment early Tuesday night when St. John's missed its next shot. It's hard to remember if it was a 3-pointer, a mid-range jumper or a layup. In that part of the game, they were equal opportunity bricklayers as the overhead scoreboard recalculated Johnny's shooting percentage.
Then, as I listened closely, the scoreboard appeared to be crying as the red numbers clicked closer to 7.7.
“This is the worst round-the-world team I've ever seen!” came the thunderous commentary of a playground philosopher sitting on the upper level of section 214.
yes. This was terrible. St. John's couldn't shoot the ball. Georgetown couldn't shoot the ball. Remember this game when you complain that you don't have anyone to play defense anymore. This is what happens when you have extra defenses. There's a rock fight, but it felt like Johnny and Squirrel were fighting not only with rocks, but also with billy clubs and batons.
