In Which I Need to Heed My Own Advice

Before we get our sights fully set on the actual playing of basketball games I have one question that I need to ask, because I think the answer is yes, and that makes me sad.

Is it possible to be completely sick of four 18-year-old kids who you have no personal connection to whatsoever?

It’s a pretty dumb question, because the answer is obviously yes. How many people have been sick to death of Miley Cyrus, or The Jonas Brothers, or that girl who sang that Friday song, or trying to keep up with one or more of the Kardashians, or Paris Hilton, or Lional Richie’s white daughter, or The Backstreet Boys or *N Sync, or NKOTB, or David Cassidy or Leif Garrett, or whoever? The answer to that is everyone.

Everyone at one time or another has gotten completely sick of the antics of some teenagers or twenty-somethngs who they’ve never met. It’s possibly the dumbest of all possible predictable and nearly universal human reactions.  It’s stupid because it’s incredibly easy to avoid.

No one is forcing you to watch Honey Boo Boo, or read gossip magazines about her, or watch shows where they will do stories about her. She may seem like she’s everywhere, but we live in an incredibly fractured media landscape where it’s insanely easy to avoid the things that bother you, and she’s only in those places where she should be expected to be. She’s not likely to appear in a Ken Burns documentary, or a Beatles album, or during the Liverpool v. Sunderland match, or on NBATV, or in reruns of The Rockford Files or Murder She Wrote. It’s completely insane to be irritated or sick of things or people that you can avoid through a minimal amount of effort.

There’s two kinds of dumb, uh guy gets naked runs out in the snow and barks at the moon and, uh, guy does the same thing in my living room. First one don’t matter. The second one you’re kinda forced to deal with.

And I’m telling you that all of these things are the first one. Kim Kardashian is not in my living room. She don’t matter.

I know all of this, and I’m ashamed to say that I’m completely sick of the four best high school basketball players from the state of Indiana in the class of 2014.

These four kids are the four least decisive kids on the planet, but that wouldn’t be so bad, except they seem to think they are, each of them to a man, very decisive.

Trey Lyles, James Blackmon, Jr. Trevon Bluiett, and Jaquan Lyle each made verbal commitments to big time basketball programs, only to withdraw those commitments. Trey Lyles and James Blackmon, Jr. both committed to Indiana prior to ever playing a high school game, rose in the rankings and then decomitted.

Jaquan Lyle committed to UofL in June and backed out in Septemeber.

Trevon Bluiett committed to UCLA and Steve Alford after Alford hired his high school coach, and then a month later, changed his mind.

Now, there are daily updates on who they are considering, who they are visiting, which way they are leaning, why they decommited, what Calipari had to do with all of this, when each will announce, and so on, and so on, and so on.

And I’m completely sick of all of them.

To be clear. I’m not mad at any of them. Teenagers change their minds with each new mix tape that drops (I only vaguely know what that means), so getting mad at them for doing so is like this.

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These kids can do what they want.

I’m just sick of hearing about them. I’m sick of their stupid indecision. I’m sick of their timelines and assurances to one fan base or another. As a group, everything about them is irritating.

But Dr. Glenn is here to tell you there is a cure. You can heal thyself. Just don’t read the places where they will likely be mentioned. Stay off of message boards, skim through your twitter feed and ignore the recruiting analysts, or unfollow them. They won’t notice or care.

These four kids have spent the last two years in the snow, howling at the moon. Just don’t let them into your living room.

Jeff Taylor