- Associated Press - Thursday, March 22, 2012

Welcome back to Bracket Racket, your one-stop shopping for all things NCAA on tournament game days. Real writers drop by for a visit. The curtain raiser, though, comes from the theater of the absurd.


Our friends at the Las Vegas Review-Journal buried the lead in the following story, too, but rest assured, the patient is fine. The capital letters in the second paragraph are mine.

“Asked by a nurse for his pick to win the NCAA Tournament, Jerry Tarkanian was quick to answer, `Kentucky.’

“NOT LONG AFTER SUFFERING A MILD HEART ATTACK around 5 p.m., Tarkanian, 81, was alert and joking while recovering in intensive care at MountainView Hospital.”

You remember “Tark the Shark” right? The sad-eyed guy in charge _ loosely speaking _ during UNLV’s salad days two decades ago? The game isn’t the same without him.

On the bench, Tark chewed through towels like his life was hanging in the balance, even when UNLV was up 30 and clowning opponents late in blowouts. He was one of the first coaches to mine junior colleges for “student-athletes,” and always the last to find out they were up to no good.

Like the time three of his Runnin’ Rebels sat still long enough for a front-page photo sharing a hot tub with convicted Vegas “fixer” Richard Perry. Or the time at Fresno State _ Tark’s last coaching stop _ when two more of his players were arrested for brandishing a samurai sword during an alleged robbery. No coach before or since has made “a lack of institutional control” sound like so much fun.

Glad to hear he’s on the mend. But his nurse better see a doctor about that strain of “March Madness” she’s toting around.

And fast.



Now that your school’s mercenaries are back in class, you could do worse than adopt Tom Izzo and Michigan State. But don’t take my word. Here are a few from two of the most accomplished writers of the last half-century.

“I did not fill out a bracket,” author Thomas McGuane (B.A., Class of `62) wrote back in a homework assignment proctored by AP national writer Hillel Italie. “I have great faith in Tom Izzo.”

Izzo grew up in a town of 15,000 hard by the iron mines of the Menominee Range, the great-grandson of a miner, grandson of a shoemaker and son of a handyman. Basketball was Izzo’s ticket out of the Upper Peninsula and down to East Lansing. Despite plenty of offers from other top-shelf programs and the NBA since, he still crosses the state line only on road trips. And he still owns the kind of workingman’s cred Bruce Springsteen would kill for.

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