Give us a break, t...
All of us 'non-insiders' were sitting at home/work all summer with absolutely ZERO first-hand access to the super-secret BU practices that were going on, and had no way to make our own objective assessments of all of these newcomers...but yet we were supposed to somehow be "smart" and "think for ourselves" and draw our own conclusions about how this team and these new players were going to be? How exactly were we supposed to do that?
"We"...(the alleged uninformed, lemming faction on this message board...as you have so kindly labeled us...) were told by Les that this was the most talented team he's ever had here...we were told by Snell over and over again how Matt Salley was dominating in practices...how it was staggering how much talent this team had...it was a special team, an NCAA team...blah blah blah...The Valley coaches picked us 2nd in the preseason poll...Van Coleman and a handful of other people that get paid to evaluate talent told us this was a quality group of new recruits...We were told over and over again by the special 'connected' posters on this board...(who did have the luxury of having access to watch this team practice) how Matt Salley was a dominating force in practice...how Egolf was the best outside shooter we had...how he was a Dirk Nowitzki clone

...how David Collins was P O'B...TCS was WF with much more athleticism...how we were 11 deep...how Les was going to have problems getting minutes for all of these uber-talented players...and so on and so on...
And yet, you are going to tell "us" that it is our fault for having high expectations for this year's team? That we should instead have all 'thought for ourselves' and assumed that Les, Snell, the Valley coaches, Van Coleman, and all of those that had direct access to see these players practice were selling us a red kool aid laced bill of goods?
Whatever. I feel duped after watching this team now for 13 games. For anyone to say this current team is more talented than the Sweet 16 team is utterly laughable....and insulting. Hence, my feeling of being duped.