02-20-2017, 02:33 PM
Doc: I never understood why Cronin got blasted so much
The Morning Line
Paul Daugherty , pdaugherty@enquirer.com Published 10:09 a.m. ET Feb. 20, 2017 | Updated 1 hour ago
A semi-uneventful weekend, Mobsters. Or at least nothing surprising.
Mick Cronin has won 300 times. The kid who got a job breaking down tape for Bob Huggins and learned under Huggins and Pitino the flawed Jedi Master has made his own mark. Good for him.
Those who became impatient with his UC rebuild – or simply disliked him for some reason from jump – might want to reflect. He took an impossible situation and remade it into a consistent 20-win, tournament-invited team. He hasn’t yet made a Final Four or entirely escaped the impossibly long shadow of Huggs (I don’t know who could) but Cronin has put Bearcats basketball back into the national photo. Which will be entirely helpful should UC ever get a next shot at a power conference.
If Fickell can do what Mick has, maybe UC gets the invite when the quasi-am sports universe evolves into one, gigantic 16-teams/four conferences megadeathstar. Which it will.
And you can be semi-certain (or at least as certain as certain can be when it comes to college coaches and their job issues) that Cronin will not leave here at least until his daughter Sammi is into college. She’s 9 now (I think), so it could be awhile.
After more than a decade here, Mick has all but silenced the critics. (Heaven help him if UC has one down year.) I was never sure why he got blasted so much in the first place, even as I did some of the blasting. Local guy. West Side local guy, which makes him local local. Successful. Players not in trouble.
It’s a hobby here more than anything, ripping current coaches and screaming for new ones. The only place that doesn’t happen is Xavier, where coaches never get fired.
Above and beyond coaching, Mick’s a good dad, making sure his child of divorce feels entirely loved and secure. Coaching college basketball can be all consuming. Mick gets perspective, Sammi gets doted on. What’s not to love?
Back in the freewheeling, no pay wall, no Facebook days, we had a Mobster who called himself WLMNMW. We Love Mick No Matter What. The dude didn’t have enough downer words for Cronin. If he’s still reading, I’d like to offer him This Space for a 1,000-word mea culpa.
Fat chance.
http://www.cincinnati.com/story/sports/b.../98150160/
The Morning Line
Paul Daugherty , pdaugherty@enquirer.com Published 10:09 a.m. ET Feb. 20, 2017 | Updated 1 hour ago
A semi-uneventful weekend, Mobsters. Or at least nothing surprising.
Mick Cronin has won 300 times. The kid who got a job breaking down tape for Bob Huggins and learned under Huggins and Pitino the flawed Jedi Master has made his own mark. Good for him.
Those who became impatient with his UC rebuild – or simply disliked him for some reason from jump – might want to reflect. He took an impossible situation and remade it into a consistent 20-win, tournament-invited team. He hasn’t yet made a Final Four or entirely escaped the impossibly long shadow of Huggs (I don’t know who could) but Cronin has put Bearcats basketball back into the national photo. Which will be entirely helpful should UC ever get a next shot at a power conference.
If Fickell can do what Mick has, maybe UC gets the invite when the quasi-am sports universe evolves into one, gigantic 16-teams/four conferences megadeathstar. Which it will.
And you can be semi-certain (or at least as certain as certain can be when it comes to college coaches and their job issues) that Cronin will not leave here at least until his daughter Sammi is into college. She’s 9 now (I think), so it could be awhile.
After more than a decade here, Mick has all but silenced the critics. (Heaven help him if UC has one down year.) I was never sure why he got blasted so much in the first place, even as I did some of the blasting. Local guy. West Side local guy, which makes him local local. Successful. Players not in trouble.
It’s a hobby here more than anything, ripping current coaches and screaming for new ones. The only place that doesn’t happen is Xavier, where coaches never get fired.
Above and beyond coaching, Mick’s a good dad, making sure his child of divorce feels entirely loved and secure. Coaching college basketball can be all consuming. Mick gets perspective, Sammi gets doted on. What’s not to love?
Back in the freewheeling, no pay wall, no Facebook days, we had a Mobster who called himself WLMNMW. We Love Mick No Matter What. The dude didn’t have enough downer words for Cronin. If he’s still reading, I’d like to offer him This Space for a 1,000-word mea culpa.
Fat chance.
http://www.cincinnati.com/story/sports/b.../98150160/