For most fans outside of Pullman, watching a Washington State basketball victory must feel a bit like this:
This week's game between Washington State and Gonzaga was a perfect example. Despite an intriguing matchup between two in-state rivals facing each other as top 20 teams for the first time, watching the overall play of this game was about as riveting as a 51-47 final score would indicate. Defense ruled the night, and often minutes would pass before either team got a basket. Perhaps it's because I'm a UNC fan, who has grown accustomed to Roy Williams' high-flying transition offense. However, at 12:30 am, this game wasn't particularly easy to watch. Chapel Hill thrives on "Biscuits" this time of year (discounts at Bojangles when the Tar Heels score 100+ points at home); if Tony Bennett were our coach, fans would riot if not for starvation.
However, this is how the Wazzu head coach has been winning games in the past one and a half seasons, bringing the Cougars from the dredges of the Pac-10 to national prominence. The slow, defensive-minded pace keeps games close, and Washington State's shooters come through in clutch situations. As a WSU outsider, however, I have to wonder, is this slow pace really the most effective strategy for Washington State to win, or are these Cougars simply incapable of scoring the stratospheric level of 65 points per game?
Perhaps the answer to that question has almost nothing to do with basketball...
(Scene: November 10th, 2006, Beasley Coliseum. Coach Bennett is laying out the final details of tonight's gameplan to his players, just 15 minutes prior to tipoff in their season opener against UAB.)

Coach: Okay, just so we're clear on this...Taylor, I want you and Kyle to push the ball up the court on as many possessions as possible, because I know you can outrun their guards!
Taylor Rochestie: (nods)
Coach: And then I want to drive into the lane, and if there's an open shot take it. If not, kick it out to Derrick or Kyle on the wings, who should be open for threes all night. Derrick, you'd better sink the ones they give you tonight...
Derrick Low: I will, coach.
Coach: Good! Now once you start hitting 'em, the defense is going to overreact to passes on the perimeter. If they do that, quickly pass the ball back inside, where Robbie and Aron should be open for easy layups in the paint. Baynes, lay off those pancakes! The way I've got this set up, a midget could play center!

Aron Baynes: But...but LOOK at them. They're so good.
Coach: Well, alright. I guess a few extra pounds never hurt anybody playing the five. Now Let's go give the Blazers their own forty minutes of hell!
Everyone: YEEEAAAAHHHH!!!
Coach: We're gonna give 'em a show tonight. I can feel it.
(Just as the team is about head for it's final shootaround, the locker room doors fly open. In comes some dude with a bulletproof vest who looks and acts like Keanu Reeves from Speed.)
Stranger: Stop! you cannot go out there tonight with your gameplan.
Coach: Well, why the hell not?
Stranger: Because dude, there is a BOMB inside this arena.
Team: (gasps)
Aron Baynes: DUHN-Duhn-duhhhhhhhhhhnnnnn!!! (dramatic sound effect)
Coach: Wait a second--who the hell are you and how do you expect us to believe this?
Stranger: I'm [****** **********], FBI and ATF. (For security purposes, we're not allowed to disclose the agent's name.)
Coach: Well, why the hell would there be a bomb in this place?
Stranger: Well, apparently the mob is on a manhunt for Tony Bennett, and those dudes are going to STOP. AT. NOTHING. to get him taken care of. What I want to know is, why the hell does Tony Bennett keep showing up at your games? Does he like to perform at college halftime shows or something?
Coach: Because Tony Bennett is their coach!
Stranger: Waaaaait a minute... you're gonna try and pull a fast one on me and tell me that You're Tony f------ Bennett?
Coach: (takes out his wallet, shows stranger his drivers license)
Stranger: Whoooaaa...dude, I sooooo need your plastic surgeon.
Taylor: Could you please get to your point?
Stranger: Oh, yeah...Because of the bomb, you can't use your current game plan tonight. The bookies estimate you scoring more than 87 points per game with your current personnel and gameplan, and they figure getting to that number, at home, against a mid-major would be far too easy for you. So they've rigged the bomb with the scoreboard to go off whenever your team reaches 78 points, of if they're leading by more than 20.
Baynes: DUHN-Duhn-duhhhhhhhhhhnnnnn!!!
Coach: So...then you're saying we have to throw the game. That's alright, we stunk last year, most people won't notice.
Stranger: NO!
Kyle Weaver: No?
Stranger: These guys are notorious for their temper. A few of them put big money on you, and if it looks like you're losing, they'll pull the trigger and cut their losses.
Derrick: So why even play a game if there's a bomb threat? Why not just evacuate the building and postpone the game?
Stranger: NO! We can't do that!
Coach: Oh COME ON, this is getting ridiculous!
Stranger: If they think we're on to them, they'll try and set off the bomb before anyone can escape.
Coach: Is that it?
Stranger: Yup.
Coach: So, lemme get this straight...if we score more than 77 points, everyone dies; if we lead by 20 or more, everyone dies; if we lose, everyone dies; and if we postpone the game, everyone dies?
Stranger: Exactly.
Derrick: Oh my God.
Baynes: DUHN-Duhn-duhhhhhhhhhhnnnnn!!!
Coach: WILL YOU CUT THAT S--- OUT, BAYNES?!?
Baynes: Sorry.
Coach: So...what options do we have left?
Stranger: Well, the way I see there's only one thing you can do. Force an ultra-slow, halfcourt game for 40 minutes, play great defense, keep it close the entire way, and do just enough to win in the end.
There's no time to explain, just follow these gameplans. (hands Coach a binder) Good luck, I'll be watching. If everything goes right, you'll save thousands of lives tonight.
(The strange FBI agent then walks out of the locker room, leaving the entire WSU team and staff speechless...except for one player.)
Baynes: D--
Coach: Don't. Even. Start.
