All hail, Boston's greatest contribution to American financial fraud!

And people wonder whatever happened to the classics. Here's a story about a bunch of college basketball coaches who got suckered by a swindler from Houston, and you will forgive This Blog while it chortles about the fact that the guy was also an AAU basketball coach. Here's the thing you always have to remember about college basketball coaches. At this level, every damn one of them thinks he's the smartest guy in whatever room he's in. You could send some of these clowns to the Jet Propulsion Laboratory and they'd wonder why everyone there is so dim that they can't design a halfcourt trap, like all the true geniuses do. A greater combination of obliviousness and pure intellectual hubris you will never find, except on those increasingly frequent occasions when Newt Gingrich dines alone.

And why shouldn't they feel this way? They get paid millions of dollars for exploiting cheap labor.  They also get most of the credit from the likes of Dick Vitale for all the work done by that cheap labor. They are told, constantly and on television, what geniuses they are. This makes them the easiest marks on the planet for a swindler who would play to their own vanity. And their self-awareness is so lacking that, very likely, they don't realize why they were such easy marks in the first place. (The Old Gentleman could've enlightened them.) Greed. Also. Too.

And This Blog guarantees you that Mark Few is already complaining to Andy Katz that he's seeded too low among the victims.




"My work here is finished."