We’ve been hearing about how great this guy is from the east coast media for four years. And now, at the pinnacle of that four-year career, the Notre Dame forward isn’t even playing. Because he has a bruise.
Jon Brockman is a member of the Sacramento Kings these days, but last year, as a senior at Washington, he was supposedly a poor man’s Luke Harangody. You know, because he’s shorter than Harangody. Or doesn’t have red enough hair. Or something stupid like that.
All I know is, Brockman spent his entire career as a living, breathing bone bruise. And he didn’t miss important games because of it. If something wasn’t broken, bruised, sprained, or tweaked, then something was wrong with Jon Brockman. Maybe he wasn’t playing hard enough or something. Took a day off.
Hell, Brockman was so badass that we come to find out a year later that he played his entire senior season with a broken hip. Not a bone bruise. A broken hip. A man’s injury.
You’re probably wondering what the point of this rant is. The point is, I’m sick of the east coast bias towards guys like Brockman, who couldn’t catch a break (no pun intended) in four years because he played out west.
Instead, we have to hear about Luke Harangody, the Erik Bedard of the NCAA. Fragile enough to pull himself down the stretch, but supposedly a tough guy with a lot of heart. All because he’s an east coast guy. Because he plays in the Big East. Because he plays for All-American White Boy U. Because he’s a supposed hard worker.
Your poster child is sitting there in street clothes while his teammates try to atone for his absence. That’s weak, and everyone knows it.
Luke Harangody is weak sauce. Habanero weak sauce.