This after much protest over the weekend that he loved Memphis and wants to remain here.
Coach Cal has created a great basketball team University of Memphis – taking the team to the finals last year, to the Sweet 16 this year. And he has signed the top three recruits for next year’s team.
That, along with a $2.35+ million salary, might compel him to stay in Memphis.
But then again, who wouldn’t want to coach Kentucky? To lead the winningest team in college basketball? To have one’s name up there with the likes of Adolph Rupp, Joe B. Hall and Rick Pitino?
In Kentucky, the head basketball coach is like a god.
Reminds me of a joke: A guy dies and goes to heaven. As St. Peter is showing him around, they come upon the Heavenly Basketball Court. There, a lone figure paced up and down the sidelines, shouting and waving his arms about wildly. The man commented, “Wow! Who does that guy think he is? God?”
“No,” St. Peter replied. “That is God. He thinks he’s Rick Pitino!”
I remember the Pitino days. He lent his name to a restaurant just off Rupp Arena called “Bravo Pitino”. He had a radio call-in show, during which rabid Kentucky fans would ask not only for his basketball insights, but for marriage advice and financial counsel as well.
And, sadly, he would give it!
So, again, why wouldn’t Calipari want all that?
But frankly, I don’t care. I don’t like basketball.
What really bothered me about the news article I was reading is this line:
“Calipari did not immediately return a text message from The Associated Press. Several Memphis players did not respond to e-mail messages left by the AP.”
Since when did the Associated Press (or any press, for that matter) start sending out “text messages” to people of standing like Calipari, and “emails” to college basketball students? What has happened to journalism? What is happening to our world?
Maybe I’m just an old fart.
Okay, not “maybe”… I am just an old fart.
Anyway, I have a niece who won’t talk on her cell phone; she won’t answer it if I call. But she’s happy to send me a text message.
More like a “text grunt” actually, usually limited to one word. But, hey, it’s a start!
But sending a text message to Calipari?
If I was Coach Cal, I would most certainly send a text message back to the assuming AP writer: