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Originally Posted by DJ's left nut
Clarence Gilbert's career ended on such a poor note -- I mean all anyone is likely to remember him for is that disastrous game against OU when he shot us out of our Final 4 appearance.
But I'll always have a soft spot for him.
He was a premier prospect that Norm was going to use as a defensive stopper. Snyder came in, freed him up a little and he became one of the most dangerous shooters in conference history to that point.
He was a damn assassin out there.
Until that game that he wasn't.
But he was a 4 year player who developed his game and became a full court player who would defense, shoot and move without the ball. I just wish he didn't become such an obvious goat in that Oklahoma game. He was just impossibly bad but wouldn't stop shooting the damn ball.
Shooters gonna shoot but man, it would've been nice after he missed his first 8 shots if he'd have maybe....stopped.
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I have love/hate memories of Gilbert. When the dude was on, he was great. I loved those 2000 and 2001 teams and he was a big portion of our offense. But goddamnit if he didn't infuriate at the same time.
Random story....but during hell week over Xmas break as a freshman we were on like our 4th day and had maybe slept a total of 6 hours. This was back when you could still verbally abuse and terrorize pledges (of which I have some of my fondest memories so not complaining).
Anyhow, Mizzou was playing I think Iowa St on a Sat afternoon and there were a handful of actives hanging out the house getting drunk and ****ing with all of us pledges. We were scrubbing floors or something and getting yelled out and ****ed with all afternoon. One of the older guys got the idea that every time Clarence took a shot, we all had to do 10 pushups. He was feeling particularly selfish that game and the mother****er ended up taking like THIRTY EIGHT shots or something wild like that. When he'd make one, everyone was happy but still pushups. Gilbert got cold at one point and the pushups doubled and the screaming intensified. They were smashing their beer bottles and screaming at us as if it was our fault
They game went to like triple OT if I remember right. None of us could even crank out 5 pushups by the end.
In the moment, we all hated Gilbert but I can't see his name or think about him without remembering that godforsaken day and the hell he put us through.