As the Mountaineers cheerful announcers reminded us often, the Red Wolves had plenty of opportunities to get back into the game.
Our membership is small but penetrating. We are subtle in our campaign of disrespect.
But it’s not the scoring that has put the city of Jonesboro on his back. It’s his on-court tenacity and his off-court leadership. He wants this team to succeed. He’s willing it to succeed. He’s representing Northeast Arkansas with a pride I’d like to see more duplicate.
Yes, Balado has rough edges. He is not shy about dropping F-bombs – a sin some people in Jonesboro find as egregious as kicking puppies and skipping church. His early teams were a mess (he’ll tell you that some guys no longer rostered just didn’t buy into the program). Many people believe that five years was too slow to turn the program around – as if the program hasn’t underperformed for thirty years. He’s a Floridian who speaks with a Bronx accent (at least to my Southern ears), and his temper flareups are unseemly to a righteous fanbase who see Hugh Freeze has the Christian epitome of leadership.
Are we ready to believe yet?
You never know when the latest five-star malcontent is going to drop a Portal Bomb and peace-out of a billion-dollar program.
Are the Red Wolves contenders? Well, to be contenders, you have to defeat contenders.
The team has responded to Destinee Rogers in a positive way, but she hasn’t lost her focus. The moment hasn’t become too big. The team has yet to detect a lack of leadership or confidence.
He was everywhere, drilling threes, pounding layups, robbing boards – where was this guy when Han Gruber was assembling his Nakatomi Tower Heist?
It was like going to Silver Dollar City and watching a master craftsman at work. But instead of forging a horseshoe or weaving a wicker basket, Omier was pounding slams and robbing boards.
Howl Raiser 