The only thing that matters, year in year out, is that we offer unqualified, effusive apologies for Mick Cronin, arguably the worst coach we’ve had since Wooden. His obvious command of the game, coupled with his decorous sideline behavior, are why he deserves the long contract extension he was just given, and if it were up to me we’d commission a statue of our diminutive leader immediately. So don’t sweat today’s loss or the others that will surely follow in the coming weeks. Don’t even sweat missing the ncaa tournament this year. As long as Mick Cronin is our coach, things will be fine. We are a third tier Big 10 team, and I couldn’t be happier.