Last night as I watched Arizona get humiliated by UCLA, trailing by 20 in the first half, I slammed my hand on the floor in disgust. My 1-year-old son, Luke, did the same. How does that make you feel, Kevin O'Neill and company? Your team played so poorly you managed to piss off a toddler whose standards are so low he eats Cheerios he finds underneath coach cushions.
All I could say to him was, "Son, if you think this is disappointing, just wait till you see this program in the first round of the NCAAs."