Ted Green: What's going on with UCLA basketball?
What in the name of Gail Goodrich and Walt Hazzard, Lewis Alcindor, the Walton Gang , Nell and John Wooden Court and everything holy in Westwood did I just watch?
That was UCLA basketball?
Losing to Cal State Fullerton and now down 10 to Cal State Bakersfield in the opening half?
Goodness, gracious, sakes alive.
Who's next, Cal State . . . Channel Islands? San Marcos? Dominguez Hills?
If UCLA has an open date tomorrow, I hear Stanislaus is looking for a game.
But Bakersfield? The last time I even heard the name Bakersfield mentioned in public, John Steinbeck was writing about dust bowls in "The Grapes of Wrath."
Normally, any UCLA team going back half a century would eat a Cal State Bakersfield for breakfast. Certainly Bakersfield has plenty of Denny's.
But in case you haven't noticed, things are not normal in Howlandville, far from it.
If you respect the decades of sustained excellence that UCLA basketball stands for, it's almost unbearable to watch how far the mighty have fallen.
If you like movie trivia, Coach Ben Howland (pictured above) is aptly named Ben because I smell a rat.