The P5 teams looking in the portal are looking for specific holes/spots to fill, and on a shorter than four year basis. It's basically free agency.
Iowa was looking for a shooter. We signed a guy with the most 3 pointers in his midlevel P5 school history, the guy with the most assist in his schools history and the best free throw shooter in his school history. If this were anyone but Jordan it would be viewed as a brilliant acquisition.
Familiarity does breed contempt, and so does stupidity. We've basically got the same group of Bohannon bashers that called him a mid major player at best, a back up recruit and have been the first to point to every mistake he's made along the way.
So, let's flip the script. Like Christ, I sometimes speak in parables. This is the Parable of Ulysses. There was once in America a great general named Grant, in the American Civil War. Grant started out in the western theater of operations and won every battle, cutting the treasonous southern part of the country into increasingly smaller parts, destroying their armies and their ability to feed, clothe or arm the armies of treason.
The traitors had a great general also, named Lee. Lee commanded in the Eastern Theater of Operations for almost the entire war. Lee had won almost every battle and was a daring gambler like Fredrick the Great or Napoleon Bonaparte (also great generals for the public school kids). Time and again Lee defeated his larger American opponent's through daring tactics. By 1864 Lee had fought America to a standstill in the ETO.
So the great General Grant was called east, placed in command of the entire American Army and given the job of destroying Lee's army. Lee and Grant had their first clash in this hellish primordial forest called the Wilderness in Virginia. No one knew what was really happening because visibility in any direction was down to just a few feet.
The ETO American officers were in a continuous tither, worrying about what Lee was going to do. For the only time in the entire Civil War Grant publicly lost his temper at this tithering and told the staff: "Gentlemen, I am heartily tired of hearing what Lee will do. Will he surround us on both flanks and then do a somersault into our rear? The time has come to think of what we will do to Lee"
Eleven months later Grant accepted Lee's surrender at a tiny little place named Appomattox Courthouse.
