The Morning Walk-thru - Korver shows Creighton how it's done

DEAR READER...Thanks to Double Extra Point for pointing me in the direction of this recent Dear Abby column: CORNHUSKERS HAVE THEIR PRIORITIES STRAIGHT ON GAMEDAY. This column is basically a response to an earlier letter Abby had received, so here's a quick breakdown: A woman in Nebraska wrote Abby to get a ruling on the fact that her father left immediately after her wedding was over--foregoing the rice-throwing, cork-popping, cake-smearing, etc.--to watch Nebraska football.

Abby told her, don't worry about him, worry about your husband. Fine. I don't really care about the actual advice, I'm more interested in the responses that followed. Most were written by former Good Lifers who had escaped and avoided drowning in the Sea of Red. They all did the same thing, wagged their finger at the offending father then rustled his hair like a little boy for being just another crazy Cornhusker fan.

But Abby is a voice of reason, at least I think that's what she's paid to be anyway, and I actually agree with her here: "It's not just Cornhusker fans."

This has been my stock response to any sort of pissing match argument between college football fans. Every one is crazy when it comes to college football. It's the American equivalent to soccer without the hooliganism and while we'd all like to think that the passion for our team is deeper than our rival's passion for their team, we're all pretty much the same.

Sooner brides can't get married and Longhorn fans can't die on fall Saturdays either. "It may not be right, but it's true."

Except at Auburn. That sort of thing would never happen down there implies AUBURN WAR EAGLE by saying that the Tigers victory in the Cotton Bowl was a just comeuppance for the "Wounded Bride."

Great. At least now we know who was responsible for that awful Cotton Bowl game. Keep your head on a swivel Father of the Wounded Bride, you've got a state full of crazies who were just put on alert.

Thanks Auburn!

Korver sends Creighton a message...The Assassin matched a career-high last night for the Sixers with 31 points on 6 of 7 shooting beyond the arc. Was this an attempt to lead his alma mater by example? Probably not, but I like to think that it was.

After losing two double-digit leads to fall to Drexel and Valley bottom-feeder Illinois State, the Bluejays are in danger of jeopardizing their "lock" status for the NCAA tournament. Somebody in Omaha needs to step up and knock down some shots and I think that's what Korver was saying last night.

At least I hope so.

The Godfather of Sole...while watching the end of the Rockets-Heat game last night, I saw Dwyane Wade injure his arm and get rolled off in a wheelchair. What I really wanted to see, however, was Wade get up, shrug off his towel, dance over to the scorer's table, check in and single-handedly erase an eight-point lead in 4o seconds and lead the Heat to a win while screaming "I Feel Good!" Simply in tribute to the late James Brown.

Instead, Wade has a dislocated shoulder and, because this is February, it's the only story going this morning. Welcome back Riley!