I seem to remember, if ever so faintly, a moment when the Cal Poly men’s basketball team knocked off then, #11 UCLA, 70-68 on the road. But then again, I’m getting old. And we know the older a man gets, the less he remembers.

So remind me please: Did the Mustangs or did they not, beat a Bruins team with the #1 ranked recruiting class of 2012-2013? Did not Chris Eversley look comparable to Shabazz Muhammad? And did not Dylan Royer and Kyle Odister channel a three-point purity as pungent as J.J Redick?

Since dismantling Ben Howland’s bunch, the Mustangs are 2-2, one of those a narrow 3- point win over 5-5, Division 2 middle of the road, Eastern New Mexico. The other over an NAIA Division two Menlo College. At times, the Mustangs are unable to create their own shot, and have been lacking the ability to manufacture second and third chances off the offensive glass.

Here are some startling facts since the UCLA win.

*  Kyle Odister and Dylan Royer are a combined 22-61 from the field (36.1%). Though they shoot mostly 3-pointers, that’s still not a fantastic percentage. Combined in those games they have 6 assists and 9 turnovers.

*  Senior Drake U’u has struggled to find his way. The guard came into his senior season with an increased role as a ball-handler. So far, he’s shooting 31.7% from the floor, his minutes are down, and he’s making only 46.4% of his free throws.

* Chris Eversley is a dynamic first option offensively. That being said, Eversley is shooting just 40.4% from the floor. His jump shot isn’t particularly consistent, taking away from what he does best: slash and hit the glass.

* The Mustangs rank 289th in the country in rebounding. Behind Eversley, their second-ranked rebounder is 6’9″ freshman Brian Bennett. Since the UCLA win Bennett’s rebounding average is 3.75 per game.

And so, for me, it’s hard not to see the UCLA win as some sort of fluke. The team has been generally manhandled by St. Mary’s and Nevada, and despite a freebie over Menlo, struggled to beat Eastern New Mexico. Callero has a problem of firepower on his hands. Clearly, Eversley is the only player athletic enough to create his own shot on the offensive end.

The rest of the team is built in facets with clear and concise directives and roles. When the three point shot isn’t falling, the Mustangs struggle to hit the glass and get to the free throw line. My hope is that Kyle Odister and Brian Bennet mature and round into more efficient offensive form in the 2nd half of the season.

Cal Poly fans should hope that Odister, with his limited size, improves his ball handling and continue to find his mid-range game, while Bennett, the strongest of the Mustangs, learns to better predict misses in order to be the glass eater he should be. Without the progression of these players and individual improvement throughout the roster, the Mustangs may be just the team they were predicted to be in the Big West preseason coaches poll — a middle to lower middle of the pack Big West team.

After the team’s grind-it-out 60-57 win on Friday, coach Callero reiterated the team’s need to find their defensive identity.

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An identity me, and every Mustang maniac is praying comes together, in order that this year’s squad might assemble some sort of UCLA surprise in the Big West and the Conference tournament.  It has been 17-years in the making fans have had to wait for the green and gold to be crownded champion. A near victory in 2003 ended in a 3-point defeat to Utah st, as did another in 2007 to the hands of Long Beach.

This team is without question lacking the scorers those teams held, but with Callero’s gritty toughness, anything seems somewhat possible.

By: Owen Main

Fansmanship.com

November 26, 2012

I’ve waited almost 24 hours and it still doesn’t seem quite real. In the New Pauley Pavilion last night, the Cal Poly Mustangs overcame a 18-point deficit midway through the second half to upset the storied UCLA Bruins, who had the nation’s top-ranked recruiting class coming into the game.

An experience as surreal as this isn’t remembered in my mind as a clear, linear, easy-to-follow script. Instead, to quote Mozart,

“…the whole, though it be long, stands almost complete and finished in my mind, so that I can survey it, like a fine picture or a beautiful statute, at a glance. Nor do I hear in my imagination the parts successively, but I hear them as it were, … all at once.”

Cal Poly tamed the Bruin on Sunday night. By Owen Main

The series of events that led to the San Luis Obispo smiles in Westwood on Friday night can never be summed up completely without re-watching the game. Here are a few clear snapshots from the night:

Westwood – I grew up a UCLA fan. For the entirety of my middle school years, I wanted to go there so badly. I lived and died in 1995 with Ed and Charles O’Bannon, George Zidek, Tyus Edney, Toby Bailey, and Cameron Dollar. Even J.R. Henderson and Kris Johnson were staples in my consciousness during the mid-90’s.

In high school, other college options looked okay too and, when I got into UCSD instead of UCLA, I went to La Jolla with an I’ll take what I can get mentality. There is always something romantic to me though about UCLA, and walking around campus 3 hours before game time was really fun. I saw a camera crew and some blonde doing some kind of music video shoot, a slough of football players heading to the football facility presumable to watch some Stanford film, and a group of Indian students playing cricket in the quad.

John Wooden’s presence permeates the entire UCLA campus. By Owen Main

Outside Pauley. A student asks an usher who UCLA is playing. The conversation goes something like this:

“Who they playin’ tonight?”

“Cal Poly. From San Luis Obispo”

“Ooooo,” the young man says to his girlfriend. “They gon’ get dey ass kicked.” The two walk away, with no interest in trying to wait for tickets to see Cal Poly “get dey ass kicked.”

Two hours before game time. To say I got into Pauley Pavilion early on this day is an understatement. It was me, the cleaning crew, and a few early ushers. The Zen-like peace of a huge arena that is almost deathly quiet is something I’ve only enjoyed a few times. It was all I could do to not try to sneak a few free throws on the hallowed Wooden Court.

There was the gold seat. It sits in the second row behind the UCLA bench. It’s where John Wooden, the Wizard of Westwood, used to sit and watch the Bruins. Decades after retirement, his presence was and is still felt throughout not just the building, but the entire campus.

Green. There wasn’t much of it, but because I mostly go to Cal Poly home games, I always think the green jerseys look really striking and sharp. There was some green in the stands, but not much of it.

Gold. Several UCLA players came out with highlighter-colored shoes. They looked like soccer players who wanted defenders to hate them. The players who wore them looked long, even from high above the southern sideline, it was clear how long and physically gifted every Bruin seemed to be.

Kyle Odister scored 15 points and was the point guard for most of Cal Poly’s second-half comeback. By Will Parris

“From Los Ojos Osos”… Dylan Royer, senior shooting guard for Cal Poly, is introduced.

5:00 into the game. I remember thinking that Cal Poly was holding their own. For now. Chris Eversley and company were matching shots with UCLA, but how long could it really last?

5:00 left in the first half. “Hmmm,” I thought, “Cal Poly is really hanging in there. Coach Callero is probably going to be pleased with this even if the team tanks in the second half.”

12:21 left in the game. UCLA goes up by 18. Cal Poly’s shooting and rhythm have finally failed them. The reporter next to me said something like, “well, they put up a good game.” We start to discuss whether the final difference will be in the teens or 20’s. I guess the 20’s. UCLA is flexing their muscle inside, but they are also making shots, and Cal Poly can’t stick with that talent when those guys are knocking down open 3’s.

11:50 left in the game. Something funny happens. I must have thought it was funny, because I laughed. Down by 18 points, Cal Poly senior Chris O’Brien got a steal. UCLA didn’t really hustle back as a team and freshman center Brian Bennett got an open fast-break dunk to cut the lead to 16. I laughed out loud.

Chris Eversley has established himself as Cal Poly’s premier scorer and rebounder. By Will Parris

The 6’9” Bennett, who was surely tired, looked like he barely got the ball over the rim to throw it down. I honestly had the thought, “that’s cool that he got a dunk in this one. He’ll remember that, even if they continue to get blown out.”

Dylan Royer came out of the timeout and made a 3-pointer, cutting the lead to 13 points.

7:47 left in the half. Cal Poly starts their onslaught. Royer and Kyle Odister knock down back-to-back 3’s, trimming the UCLA lead to 8 points with 7:08 to play. The tension really starts to build in the building. UCLA players start to get nervous, offense ceases to be run effectively for the young home team, and Cal Poly can’t seem to miss.

Bennett for 2. Odister with a lay-up. Eversley powers one home. I turn to the reporter next to me. “Is this really happening right now?” My question is drowned-out by the groans of the UCLA faithful.

3:23 to play. Dylan Royer’s final points of the game tie it up at 63. The former walk-on from Los Osos buries his fourth of the second half en-route to a career-high six 3-pointers and 18 points. Yes, UCLA is melting down, but can Cal Poly close them out? The answer, as you know is yes. Sure, there was some help from Norman Powell, who committed an unnecessary foul to send Odister to the free throw line for the game-winning shots, but Cal Poly clawed and clawed and fought to give themselves a chance.

And UCLA just didn’t have the gumption, experience, or maturity to stop it from happening.

Walking downstairs. As I waded through the crowd, down toward the floor, it was not a pretty picture. For a USC fan, it must have sounded like beautiful music. UCLA fans filing out, frowns on their faces, trying to make sense of what they just saw.

“I don’t even know if they have an offense,” one fan said.

“What the hell is Ben Howland doing?”

“How does this happen?”

For a guy who loved UCLA growing-up, it was a pretty odd experience.

For the Cal Poly faithful it was, simply, the greatest win in program history.

Photos by Will Parris http://blog.parris-studios.com/

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About the Author: A lifelong southern California sports fan, Owen Main is a founder, editor, writer, and photographer for fansmanship.com.