UCLA Basketball isn't not bribing the referees

Lately, I've been leaning towards UCLA in that everimportant crosstown rivalry back home (Breaking News: I just lost half of my readers). And honestly, I'm not really sure why. Maybe it's because Westwood is one of my more liked spots in LA, or maybe it's because I always love the underdog and USC athletics isn't one of the most humble programs in the nation.

However, though the Bruins look bound for a No. 1 seed in this year's tournament, the team's past two victories (against Stanford and Cal) have made me question my newfound loyalty. Yes, Kevin Love is exceeding high expectations, Darren Collison and Russell Westbrook are combining for one of nation's best backcourts, Luc Richard Mbah a Moute makes memorizing how to spell his name worth the effort.

But really, an overtime win at home against an overrated Stanford squad? Correction: an overtime win that should never have even gone into overtime. You should be disappointed in yourself; John Wooden is turning his grave as we speak. 2nd Correction: John Wooden is actually turning in his...bed...alive and...very healthy. Well, this is awkward.


This, kids, is a great example of the non-contact foul.

And then, earlier today, you barely sneak out a win against the pot-smoking hippies of Berkeley (why do we call them "Cal" anyways?) led by his whiteness Ryan Anderson? Really? Not only did you win by 1 point, but you had to blind the referees with mace and summon the soul of Lew Alcindor just so Josh Shipp could make the most improbable game-winner of all time? Well, at least those cheerleaders were especially attractive tonight ("Psst...Wooden's not looking!")

So, after these very low high points in Bruin athletics (or very low low points) and the very high low points of recent Trojan sports, I've changed my mind yet again: let's go CSULA Golden Eagles!

- K.H.