Jabroni of the Week: Justin Brownlee

St. John's is the feelgood story of the college basketball season. I've never been a fan but I'm starting to get on the bandwagon. That's why it was frustrating when a good win over Rutgers in the Big East Tournament was marred when Justin Brownlee emerged with the ball with a few seconds remaining and simply needed to dribble out the clock. Instead, he ran out of bounds with two seconds left. Also, he forgot to dribble.

I don't know anything about Justin Brownlee. Maybe he's hard of hearing, but the main thing my coaches always taught me when I played sports was to play until the final buzzer. If you don't hear it, don't throw the ball into the stands. Don't run out of bounds and make out with the cheerleaders. And especially don't travel.

Brownlee was bailed out because the refs were even bigger idiots than he was. There are three refs. How does one of them not have his eye on the guy with the ball? St. John's probably would have been better off if Rutgers got the ball back and there wasn't so much negative attention on the ending of the game. That bad karma carried over to their next game with Syracuse, a loss. Everyone should be talking about what a fun surprise the Johnnies have been, but all they want to talk about is the blown call.

Justin, baby, this week you got off lucky. All the attention has been on the referees, but you were the one that really fucked up. You didn't get it past the Stoner. You almost cost your team seeding in the Dance. Play till you see 3 zeroes on the scoreboard against Gonzaga. Until then, you're a jabroni, brother.