Considering what has transpired this basketball season, sometimes I wish I could turn the clock back 20 years and still be living back in Houston. Trust me, in Houston, TX, they don't give a rip about Michigan-Michigan State battles. But I am glad I am hear in the mitten state, and I did indeed walk out of Crisler following the final home game Wednesday night feeling a sense of accomplishment. That's my rule. Always has been, always will.
Amateur athletes deserve one's loyalty.
And thank God Brian Ellerbe will not coach this basketball program anymore just a few days from now. Whether it's Rick Pitino, Tommy Amaker or Bob Knight or Pete Gillen or Tom Crean, I really don't care. But here is another dose of silver lining to ponder about this season. There will be no March Madness anxiety attacks. I won't go through the roller coaster of emotions on NCAA Selection Sunday, which I would be if U-M was a bubble team to get into the tourney or a strong possibility of a high seed.