Greg Hansen’s beam to a 2018 NCAA Tournament | Arizona …

A seed by any name …

Arizona’s Mike Bibby celebrates a 66-58 win over North Carolina with Miles Simon (34) in a 1997 Final Four.

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Given a endless NCAA Tournament knowledge in a Pac-10/12 years, Arizona has been separated in roughly each fathomable situation.

The usually seeds that have not sent Arizona home are Nos. 5, 6, 10 and 16.

By comparison, Arizona has beaten each seed possible, Nos. 1 by 16.

Here’s a good and a bad —and there’s copiousness of both — of Arizona’s seeds from 1985-2017:

Good: Arizona has never mislaid to a No. 5 seed. It could play No. 5 Kentucky on Saturday.

Bad: Arizona has mislaid to some-more No. 1 seeds (seven) than any other. It could play No. 1 seed Virginia in a Sweet 16 subsequent week.

Good: Arizona has a improved record in a second round, 17-3, than in opening games, 20-10. The highway to a Sweet 16 has been good to Arizona.

Bad: Arizona mislaid to 14th-seeded East Tennessee State in a 1992 first-round diversion in Atlanta.

Good: There is no No. 13 jinx. Arizona kick 13th-seeded South Alabama to open a inhabitant championship run in 1997.

Bad: Conference standings have not been a good indicator of how a Wildcats would fare. As a No. 1 seed, Arizona mislaid to an 8-8 Wisconsin, a sixth-place Big Ten group in a second turn in 2000. In 2011, Arizona mislaid to a 9-9 Big East UConn, a ninth-place group and contingent inhabitant champion. Last year, Arizona was separated by 9-9 Xavier, a seventh-place Big East team.

Good: Arizona mostly stumbled in a initial turn in a early years as a budding inhabitant power. It mislaid opening games in 1985, 1986, 1987, 1992, 1993 and 1995. Critics howled. Since then, a Wildcats have left 16-4 in a initial round.

Bad: Arizona has been separated by coaches of each fathomable rank: Tark and Tubbs. Mack, Matta and Majerus. Roy and Bo. Even a man named Wimp.

Good: Arizona has separated Valpo, Pitino and Izzo, Coach K and a good Dean Smith. Even an alumnus we might remember, Josh Pastner. Nobody gets too close in March.

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