Mike Freeman

I must admit not knowing much about Miami guard Jack McClinton but I do now. He utterly destroyed St. Mary's scoring 38 points. What I like about his game is his ruthlessness. He has no fear or memory which is important for a shooter. There were times he dribbled the ball down court and just popped a three even when he was tightly covered. He's also tireless.

The Hurricanes have taken control of their game against Saint Mary's and lead by a comfortable 12 point margin with just under 12 minutes left. If they do win Miami can thank Charles Barkley look alike Jimmy Graham.

Graham is a beast, blocking shots and snagging huge rebounds. He's intimidated Saint Mary's thoroughly inside and is the most energetic player on the floor.

He is build exactly like Barkley. The real Barkley, not Frank Caliendo. Graham could be a very nice pro.

As St. Mary's jumps to a 9-2 early lead, the Hurricanes look awful. They're playing like a 16 seed instead of a top 10. Then again, the Gaels (an unfortunate school name and I should know since my high school team's name was the God-awful Gaels) might be much better than a 10 seed. They're far more athletic than I thought.

Miami just got back into the game with a big dunk and a foul. Eventually Miami's size might wear down the smaller Gaels.

NORTH LITTLE ROCK -- While in the bathroom noticed a (male) University of Miami cheerleader fussing with his hair. He tussled and pulled and twisted and I couldn't help but think: I bet the women cheerleaders don't care as much about their freaking dome as this guy does. Dude, get the hell out of mirror and go cheer. Jeez. See, this is the kind of in depth analysis my man Gary Parrish doesn't give you.

You won't believe what happened on my way from New Jersey to Little Rock to cover the NCAA sub-regional. You. Just. Won't, Believe. It.

I'm writing to you at 1:45 in the morning, stuck on a runway in Cleveland.

The flight from Newark was four hours late. On the way there, at 30,000 feet, several passengers got into some sort of altercation.

Some damn drunks got into a fight. On the plane. Like they were Mike Tyson and Rampage Jackson.

Snakes on a plane.

Or drunks on a plane.

Someone threw a drink at someone and cursed at the flight attendant and it got ugly. The flight attendant told the pilot so on the way to Little Rock, the pilot declared an emergency and diverted to Cleveland.

Once on the ground, there were two police cars waiting and six cops. They  came onto the plane and escorted several people off. At least one was arrested.

They weren't screwing around.

One turd went off to the slammer.

Good.

It will end up taking me eight hours to go from Jersey to Arkansas. I could have flown to freaking Europe in less time.

Maybe I'll wake 'Bron Bron up.