Gregg Doyel

By the time he's finished at North Carolina -- a process that will take all four years, we have now learned -- Tyler Hansbrough will go down as the most decorated player in college basketball history. Beats the hell out of being picked 29th overall in the 2008 NBA draft, doesn't it?

There has never been a player earn a spot on the first-team Associated Press All-American team for four straight years, but Hansbrough will accomplish that goal in about 11 months when he does it for a fourth time. He also will become the ACC's career scoring leader, passing J.J. Redick, and will have a shot at reaching 3,000 career points.

Good for you, Tyler Hansbrough.

As for you, Wayne Ellington, get your scrawny butt back to school. You're no Joseph Forte -- who, if you didn't know, was no NBA player.

Ellington's midrange game would work wonders in the NBA if he were 6-foot-8. But he's 6-4, and he's not a point guard, which means he has no shot of being an impact NBA player now. And maybe not ever. So get back to school.

And tell Tywon Lawson to join you. Lawson, like Ellington, was a great high school player who has become a very good college player who is a marginal pro at best. So follow the lead of Hansbrough and stay in school, fool.

Justin Boren is the man. He left Michigan, ripped Rich Rodriguez and then had the gonads to transfer to Ohio State?

I love it.

And that's not sarcasm. I sincerely love it. For one thing, I don't love R-Rod. Not after the way he left West Virginia, shredding documents and relationships along the way, and then arrived at Michigan and in one month on the recruiting trail was shadier than Lloyd Carr had been in decades.

So Boren calls R-Rod what he is -- a bad guy -- and then leaves. And then transfers to Michigan's biggest rival. Michigan fans are calling Boren all sorts of emasculatory names, but let's be serious: To leave Michigan as he did, and then to show up at Ohio State, shows titanic testicles.

Well, not Cincinnati, per se. Nobody can hate Cincinnati as a city. How do you hate something so harmless, so boring? Do you hate khakis? No you do not. You better not ever choose to wear them, but khakis aren't hateable. Just boring.

But I do hate the Reds, at this very moment anyway. I hate owner Bob Castellini at the moment for being a jock-sniffer extraordinaire who bought his way into several clubs before finally buying this one outright, and then brought along his old friend from St. Louis, Walt Jocketty, as an adviser -- and then waited all of 24 days into the 2008 season to fire general manager Wayne Krivsky and replace him with ... Jocketty.

I hate Jocketty at the moment for coming here to so clearly steal another man's job, without having the decency, or the guts, to simply take it outright on his first day in town. Jocketty let Krivsky squirm for a while -- as his "adviser" -- before gutting him on Wednesday.

I hate the fact that I'm speaking the truth but the Reds will complain about me and probably try, again, to keep me out of their clubhouse because they're not used to a media member with fangs.

Done venting.

But not done hating.

Well, not Detroit, per se. Nobody can love Detroit. The traffic stinks, I-75 has been ruined, and Kid Rock is unforgivably bad, other than "Cowboy."

But the Detroit Tigers? They've lovable, and I love them. Mainly I love general manager Dave Dombrowski and manager Jim Leyland, the best GM-manager combo in baseball. The move they just made, switching Carlos Guillen to third and Miguel Cabrera to first, was so simple, it was genius.

It seems obvious in hindsight -- Cabrera might have been the worst-fielding third baseman in history, Guillen is a former shortstop -- but until it happened last night, who knew it was even a possibility? I love it. I hate myself for not predicting it ahead of time, but that's why Dombrowski and Leyland are who they are ... and I am who I am. Sigh.

On the bright side, I can smell a pig from a mile away. As long as it has enough BBQ sauce.

And Detroit is going to win the 2008 World Series.