Game Eight: Meh.

Just watched the win over Oral Roberts.  Never really felt nervous.  Never really felt confident.  Meh.

These Zags aren’t great.  They aren’t really even all that good, or even that bad.  Meh.

Made some great plays.  Had some (or a lot of) silly turnovers.  Nailed some big threes.  Failed to grab at least a handful of gimme defensive rebounds.  Meh.

Overall, I’m not sure what to make of these guys.  I don’t particularly enjoy watching them (made that clear a few weeks ago), but I don’t altogether hate doing so, either.  I sort of just sit there, zoning out until Greg Heister’s insane gurgling brings me back to reality.  In a fantasy tournament against other Zag teams, they probably win a few games, but they most likely get killed in a few others. (2003-2004 would absolutely destroy them.  Ronny and Violette versus Rob Sacre and Sam Dower?  Yikes.)  Just kinda meh.  Meh all around.

Fittingly, Arizona brings in its own “Meh” team on Saturday.  The Cats are pretty young, pretty untested, pretty erratic (lost to Seattle Pacific the other week…um, what?), but also pretty damn talented. But I’d probably take to the bank the fact that Arizona’s meh is a lot better than Gonzaga’s meh, and I have a sneaking suspicion that the Zags could find themselves getting blown out.

Considering I’ll be at the game, such a blowout would be the opposite of meh.

Go Zags.

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