Oakland 89 Tennessee 82 - Strength Become Weakness
Inside Thompson-Boling Arena, with no students and attendance dipping below 17,000, the atmosphere in the stands and perhaps on the court screamed, "We are going to win this game." The Vols didn't overlook Oakland, and Oakland wasn't intimidated - most of the first half played out the way a lot of first round NCAA Tournament games go: lower seed hangs with the higher seed for a while, but the higher seed shows signs that they're going to pull away. So even when Keith Benson dropped 20 in the first half to give us some Jodie Meeks flashbacks, the outcome never felt like it was in doubt. When the Vols stepped on the gas at the end of the first half to stretch the margin to 50-39 at halftime, it appeared Tennessee had too much talent in an up tempo game to be caught, and the outcome wasn't in doubt.
And for the first ten minutes of the second half, the Vols kept Oakland at a safe distance. Points for Tennessee were coming from everywhere - 16 for Tobias Harris, an 18-13 for Brian Williams, 18 and 6 assists for Melvin Goins, and 13 from Cameron Tatum. This was enough to cover up Scotty Hopson's familiar inconsistency - 7 points after the best game of his life at Pitt - and is still an impressive display of offense from the entire starting lineup...which is great, but getting only 10 points from your bench is not.
Meanwhile, Benson banged his knee and lost some of his productivity in the second half, finishing with only 5 points in the final 20 minutes. So yeah, we were going to win this game, up 11 with 13 minutes to play.
But then, an Oakland team that's learned and progressed admirably (24 point loss at West Virginia, 15 point loss at Purdue, 11 point loss at Illinois, 1 point loss at Michigan State...) found points from other sources. The Grizzlies never fully went away, and when they got hot, Tennessee went cold.
It took them three minutes to get within one, 65-64 with 10:20 to play. The Vols stepped on the gas again and pushed the lead back to eight at the under eight, and again: we were going to win.
But Oakland, to their absolute credit, kept coming.
I think we all expected them to lay down or run out of gas at some point, but they put on more steam. And when Tennessee flatlined at the worst possible time - stuck on 76 points from the seven minute mark to the two minute mark - the Grizzlies forged their way to the lead.
When Oakland jumped ahead by five and doubt first creeped in, Melvin Goins made a steal and a score to end the drought, and then the Grizzlies turned it over. Down three with the ball with less than two minutes to go, the Vols were still in good shape...but a Tobias Harris miss was followed by Goins losing control on the offensive rebound. After both teams made 1/2 free throws, Oakland ran the clock down, and then Larry Wright made the biggest shot of the night: a three pointer with the shot clock winding down, pushing Oakland's lead to six and sending everyone into panic mode.
From there, Brian Williams again struggled at the free throw line - he went 2 of 6 in the final 2:18 - and Tennessee couldn't hit any shots. After Cam Tatum's dunk at the 8:30 mark to put the Vols up 7, Tennessee shot 2 of 14 the rest of the way home. The Vols also turned the ball over four times in that stretch, and though we were a respectable 22 of 31 for the game from the stripe, six of our nine misses came in the final 8:30.
We've praised the Vols for their maturity for the last four days - great halfcourt defense, great end of game free throw shooting, and the poise to win games at the end. But tonight, dealing with an opponent that wouldn't go away, the Vols failed in all of those areas down the stretch.
Oakland shot 53.6% for the game, and while the bank was certainly open and some of this can be attributed to a hot shooting night on their part, credit Benson for destroying us in the first half, and the rest of the team for making huge shots when they had to, especially Wright. The Vols couldn't stop the bleeding at the free throw line, couldn't stop the run from anywhere, and by the time all of us realized that we might not, in fact, win this game...it was too late.
I hesitate to use the phrase "wake up call", because you better not need one after that exhibition loss. Consider this one of the lessons that we figured this team, still with considerable youth and inexperience, would have to learn: the Vols have to be better at dropping the hammer on teams. Belmont, Missouri State, and VCU were all allowed to hang around longer than they should have, and required some clutch end-of-game free throw shooting to put to bed. Oakland, who probably belongs in that same group as far as talent goes, didn't go away, and learned how to finish by coming up short against the other non-conference teams they've seen.
This was the first time Tennessee had to deal with a tie game in the final two minutes, and we flunked. We should've never let them get that close, and once they did we should've played with more poise.
This was a maturity win for Oakland, and a maturity loss for the Vols. We'll learn and get better. Credit the Grizzlies - who we'll see next year in Michigan and the following year back in Knoxville - for a job well done tonight. That team was due, and they deserved it tonight. The Vols head on the road to Charlotte in the Bobcats' arena on Friday, where plenty of orange support should await them. Then it's back home next Tuesday for a rematch with Southern Cal, and while we may think emotion will carry us through the Lane Kiffin Classic, Bruce Pearl also better be ready to atone for the lesson Kevin O'Neill gave him last year.
Everything good about this team that we saw against Nova and Pitt is still there. But our youth and inexperience never fully went away either. Don't let inferior teams hang around...and learn now, not later, how to play with poise in the final minutes.
(For more, check out Bobo's recap)
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Ah, weren't aware you were lurking, Will.
Did this recap suck to write, or what?
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That's (333333jorkland)^2 and $$$$$$$$immons to you, chump.
No problem, just a little tardy coming back from the game
Yours was solid – I just always write because it’s fun when we win, and it helps me (at least try to) make sense of it when we lose. And yeah, not a lot of fun with this one. Hopefully we learn our lesson once, and now is better than SEC play. I also hope Oakland is as good as I think they are and they win the Summit League, and this doesn’t drift into the “bad loss” category.
by Will Shelton on Dec 14, 2010 11:30 PM EST up reply actions
Good stuff in the postgame from both coaches
With Pearl not sounding too alarmed and actually a bit puzzled, and Oakland’s coach believing in his team the way a good coach should: Postgame Quotes
Good thing you
posted to each other. No one else seemed to care!
Happy Days are here again! Wildcat's have #1 recruiting class again!
No I'm not stalking
bobo.He comes over and talks and I just decided to respond back!
Happy Days are here again! Wildcat's have #1 recruiting class again!
Kenutcky fans are strangely absent after being pounded by UConn and watching UT win over Nova and Pitt. But a slip against a good, veteran team who almost beat Mich State - and it's raining cats ...
The COEXIST bumper sticker is ridiculous. How are people supposed to get along when one side is flying planes into tall buildings or wearing sweater vests full of C4 and nails? The faiths are MUTUALLY EXCLUSIVE.
Should I see what you did there?
Because I can look away if necessary.
by Chris Pendley on Dec 15, 2010 10:59 AM EST up reply actions
Makes me want to kick kitties (which requires careful typing)
The COEXIST bumper sticker is ridiculous. How are people supposed to get along when one side is flying planes into tall buildings or wearing sweater vests full of C4 and nails? The faiths are MUTUALLY EXCLUSIVE.
You mean...
you just decided to troll on over since we lost. Come on back after we kick the kitties.
"It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone." A. Bartlett Giamatti
Will said everything
There’s nothing to add. Other than it was a really depressing game to choose as your first of the season.
by Incipient_Senescence on Dec 15, 2010 10:48 AM EST up reply actions
Tautologous response to obvious troll
Are obviously tautologous.
by Incipient_Senescence on Dec 15, 2010 11:40 AM EST up reply actions
Grammar Troll
Trolls Tautologous Troll.
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That's (333333jorkland)^2 and $$$$$$$$immons to you, chump.
I was going to wait till about 3:00 tomorrow morning to comment...
because that’s when “real fans” come out to post about their teams, but, what the heck, I’m here now.
I try never to comment about the strangely accurate premonitions I sometimes have about games, because if I say I know we are going to win, I sound arrogant, and if I say I know we are going to lose, I sound like Debbie Downer. Plus I don’t really “know”. But occasionally I just have a very strong feeling one way or another, and yesterday I felt extremely uncomfortable about this game. When we were up by thirteen, I didn’t feel any better, so I knew we were goners, and that’s indeed how it played out. I pretty much agree with everything you wrote, Will, (and you too, Bobo) — and I do think we have to just use it as a teaching opportunity and turn it into a positive. Who really cares where we are in the polls right now? I don’t — it means less than nothing.
BTW, I’m not trying to claim I’m a psychic or anything. I just occasionally feel pretty strongly about a game. I actually felt very, very confident about our chances in the Pitt game as well. I know, it’s easy to say this after the fact, but I swear it’s true.
"It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone." A. Bartlett Giamatti
I've only really "had a feeling" once:
1998 Arkansas game. The weather, the game, and my girlfriend (now wife) were telling me to go home, but for some reason I hadn’t felt before and haven’t felt since, I said “No, I want to see how this one ends.” Glad I did.
Lou Brock loves Lamp.
For the first time in years..
I actually forgot we had a basektball game, despite voicing concerns over Oakland just the night before. When I remembered and went to check the score, I knew it wasn’t going to be good.
O hay nice weather isn't it we're up 13 and OMG AN OAKLAND!

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That's (333333jorkland)^2 and $$$$$$$$immons to you, chump.
This game was more of that, I think, than this

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That's (333333jorkland)^2 and $$$$$$$$immons to you, chump.
Ouch.....
And I think it is bad form to gloat about another team’s loss that doesn’t involve your team. Gardner Webb forever tainted my ability to ever make fun of another team’s OOC loss……
Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel, is just a freight train coming your way...
@btcoop71
Yeah.......
I always kinda feel bad bringing that up to Kentucky fans, but I figure I have some right to, with my gf being from the same town as it. She might not be a Tennessee fan or a Kentucky hater — but that just means I have to carry her torch, right?!
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That's (333333jorkland)^2 and $$$$$$$$immons to you, chump.
I've been there...
My daughter was considering GW as a college choice, and we visited. Later, when they beat Kentucky I was probably more amazed than I normally would have been, because it’s such a tiny little place.
"It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone." A. Bartlett Giamatti

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