one and done

[Marc-Grégor Campredon]

It won't be among the greatest careers by the Howard family at Michigan, but it's also hard to argue it's not the best thing for him. After one season of playing for Dad, Jett Howard is off to play for a paycheck.

Jett's single season in Ann Arbor demonstrated the kind of rising outside shot that the NBA covets. By midseason, his scoring ability had draft observers talking about a lottery pick, which is an opportunity few could pass up. But as the season went along, and as it became harder not to notice Michigan often looked better in games Jett missed—including the NIT run, apparently by choice—than those he played in, that draft stock started slipping. Dogged by questions about his focus, effort, and most of all defense—none of these plagues exactly rare among true freshmen—there was some hope he might help his dad out by coming back to develop his skills.

Unfortunately for Michigan, those aspects of his game are relatively less important to the NBA than scoring. And there's no doubt that Jett did plenty of it, with a smooth as silk jumper he could unleash from virtually anywhere. That alone makes Howard a better prospect right now than last year's early entries Moussa Diabate and Caleb Houstan. He can also point at injuries to either ankle that slowed down his production in the second half. It's hard to imagine a mid-round NBA team would pass up that all-important size, shooting, and athletic upside, or fear a few years of development in the G-League. Neither do I fault Jett for passing up a chance to do his pops and us a solid so he can start earning his own money from the skills he's been developing for longer than Juwan has been coaching.

What's good for Jett unfortunately sucks for Michigan. It's one thing to grit through a true freshman's growing pains, especially if he's offsetting them by filling the bucket. It's another to make it to the other end of those growing pains with nothing to show for it. And then have it happen the next year. Just as they did with Houstan last year, Michigan spent a season experiencing up a talented young wing, and there will be no payoff year to follow.

They still await word from Hunter Dickinson and Kobe Bufkin. The former seems likelier to return given the NIL potential at Michigan is probably better than what awaits in his pro career. The latter played himself into a potential first rounder before a practice injury knocked Kobe out of the NIT. Bufkin could leave as well to get a jump toward his second NBA contract, or he could stick around and hope to Jaden Ivey his way into the Lottery. Both options seem equally good for him. It would be nice for Michigan if they didn't have to replace yet another lead guard, especially since next-year Bufkin projects to an even bigger game-changer than next-year Howard.

Either way, expect Juwan to be shopping for wings in the portal. Wofford PF BJ Mack is a likely candidate to fill last season's sore four-spot. Even if they can get another year for Joey Baker and see good things in the development of Youssef Khayat, they're now in the market for a three as well.

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i take no pleasure in reporting that this man will be in Bloomington next year [Marc-Gregor Campredon]

I spoke it into being, I apologize. I have been joking that John Beilein will be Indiana's coach next year and uhhhhhhhh:

After stunning his players in a film session Wednesday with a verbal suggestion that they were no longer playing "like a bunch of thugs," Cleveland Cavaliers coach John Beilein later reached out to players individually to insist he instead meant to use the word "slugs." …

"I didn't realize that I had said the word 'thugs,' but my staff told me later I did and so I must have said it," Beilein told ESPN on Wednesday night. "I meant to say slugs, as in slow-moving. We weren't playing hard before, and now we were playing harder. I meant it as a compliment. That's what I was trying to say. I've already talked to eight of my players tonight, and they are telling me that they understand."

John Beilein is one of about four people worldwide who could claim he wanted to use the word "slug" in that context without getting laughed out of the room, but even leaving aside the… uh… fraught terminology he may or may not have meant to use his team hates him in ways that are probably unrecoverable.

This is why Beilein leaving for the NBA seemed insane even if he was losing second-round picks to the NBA at a rate that made him crazy. The power dynamic is reversed at the pro level so if you walk into the Cavs situation you're a dead man.

[After THE JUMP: Almost got Northwestern'd]

HOEG. Richard Hoeg does small business law. Need to incorporate? Need some contracts? Need to talk about Star Control? Richard will do all three, and only charge you for the first two.

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Anyway, Star Control. Star Control was a mindblowing video game because stuff happened in it and if you took too long you could lose the game as your allies fell to the great galactic menace. Losing is fun.

Having a bad contract and either getting sued or having to settle on unfavorable terms is not fun, and Richard Hoeg can help craft contracts for you that will avoid this eventuality. Police horses!

Tiller-era in more ways than one. This twitter bomb(!) from one of Purdue's recruiting yokels is frankly baffling:

Why pick a fight with a program that held you to 15 yards in the second half last year? Why get mad about Michigan getting recruits? You're at Purdue! With limited exceptions for legacies and locals the number of bonafide recruiting battles you're winning against Michigan—against, hell, most of the Big Ten, is zero. Also Purdue's leading receiver averaged 3.6 catches a game.

I feel like this guy bought a Big Dogs shirt for the first time and was overwhelmed by it while near his phone, and he'll return to a mild-mannered citizen tomorrow when he puts his Ron Jon back on. It happens. It's good, really. It's fun when Purdue has a bunch of ornery passing maniacs who talk shit and bend rules.

[After THE JUMP: a bunch of stuff! And porpoises!]