it's just not a good joke. It was a good joke for a week.
The sad part to me is the realities of where it came from and the obliviousness of what exactly discipline entails. Make fun of socks all you want, funny or not. But the real truth is that Arizona embarrassed Duke last night not because they could shoot 3s, but because they were simply bigger, stronger, and fitter. They out-muscled them. They wore them down. Ryan Kelly had no chance. Nolan Smith was dominated. Only the Plumlees, and maybe Singler stood tall. And as several Arizona players said after the game, you could trace it back to a team circling the wagons after last year, manning up, believing in their coach, and hitting the weight room every fucking morning at 6AM ready to kick ass. That's why the beat Duke, and the satisfaction from knowing that their collective commitment is what persevered is going to serve them for the rest of their lives.
We had a team that didn't know how to properly use a knife and fork, much less practice and work hard. This isn't about socks or bad AAU coaches who never said no, this about kids most without fathers or role models who could do at least one thing well that got them to this place, and now that they're here, they have to be taught how to conduct themselves as men whose aim is basically just one thing: success. To get there, they need to believe and they absolutely have to be disciplined.
And if they do, all the pansy ass douchebags who have been joking about socks for the last four months and I am sure up until then will go ape shit over our level of commitment and discipline oblivious to their two-facedness.
The sock joke is a declaration that I know nothing about team sports or comedy. It's a disservice to both!