Decisions, Decisions

Raise your hand if you were really surprised by UNC's Final Four collapse? I'll be completely honest, if I were a betting man, I would have put a few bucks on the Carolina. Roy Williams is an elite coach and the Tar Heels were playing out of their minds through the first four rounds of the tournament.

But then something changed--most notably the state.

That's right, UNC actually had to leave the state of North Carolina to play an NCAA Tournament game.  Fascinating how the moment they traveled more than 90 minutes outside of Chapel Hill they get pounded into the hardwood.  However, did anyone catch a glimpse of an athletic big man taking care of Tyler Hansbrough?

Uh oh, it looks like the cat is out of the bag.  Thank you Darrell Arthur.

The Daily Greaser touched on this subject last week, but we will say it again: Tyler Hansbrough is overrated, plain and simple.

He's a great college player.  Hanbrough plays with incredible intensity and collects his fair share of garbage points--but that's it.  

Does he have a decent outside shot? Perhaps.  Does he have a decent low post game? Maybe.  Does he have an abundance of energy and heart?  You betcha.  But these characteristics don't necessarily make NBA GM's salivate.  We all know passion can only take you so far in life.

Right now, Psycho-T is sitting somewhere in Chapel Hill weighing his NBA options.  Here's my advice: go back to school.  Honestly, of course you'll get drafted.  But here's the catch, you're not big enough to bang down low with the pro's and you're not athletic enough nor do you possess a good enough jump shot to hang with the NBA's power forwards.

Save yourself the embarrassment one more year and head back to Chapel Hill.  You can put on that baby blue jersey, march out for senior night and force up ugly shots against subpar, ACC big men.

After that, you'll have a degree from North Carolina and the opportunity to ride the pine for years to come.  When you get off the bench one night, you can post up on the block, turn into traffic, hear the non-existent whistle and watch as Dwight Howard sends your shot right back down your throat.

But let's wipe away the tears, man up and hit the books for one more year.  Then get dominated in the pro's.