There's a certain quaint appeal to college basketball fashion protocol.
In a sport that's been completely stripped of its innocence—from scumbug AAU coaches to duplicitous college administrators to corporate hucksters of every shape and hue—we still like to dress our little sideline dolls up in their Sunday best and dangle them like paragons of clean-cut virtue. As if a man in a three-piece suit wasn't capable of deceit.
Of course they are. They have to be. No one gets to the top of the coaching world without a little hustle. But at least they look nice for the cameras.
And among that nice-looking milieu, these guys look nicest of all.