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Iowa basketball season came to an end last week at Madison Square Garden with a 74-54 loss to the Baylor Bears.
The Hawks picked a bad time to go cold in their shooting as they hit only 26 percent for the game and missed at least 12 point-blank baskets.
That’s their lowest shooting percentage this season.
I’ve been doing an informal pool asking my friends if they would rather have Iowa make a deep run in the NIT or lose in the first or second round of the NCAA tournament.
Most of them agree with me that it’s fun to see the Hawks win and keep playing, like they did in New York.

Douglas E. Hahn, 68, of Cedar Rapids, died Wednesday, April 3, 2013, at Mercy Medical Center. A celebration of Doug’s life was April 6 at the Avacentre at Brosh Chapel in Cedar Rapids. Burial was at Cedar Memorial Park Cemetery.
Doug was born April 1, 1945, in Cedar Rapids, the son of Robert and Dorothy (Check) Hahn. Doug was born with autism and at the age of 12 moved to Woodward State Hospital. In 1987, he moved back to Cedar Rapids in a Discovery Living Inc. group home, making this his permanent home. He was one of the inspirations for the Association of Retarded Children (Arc).

Pauline Hazel Novotny, 84, of rural Swisher, died peacefully at home on Monday, April 1, 2013, surrounded by her family. She lived a vibrant and happy life, full of laughter and simple joys. Funeral Mass was held April 5 at St. Wenceslaus Catholic Church, Cedar Rapids by Father Christopher Podhajsky. Burial was in Blain Cemetery, rural Swisher. Pauline was born to Jerry and Hazel Stepanek on Aug. 15, 1928, on a farm about a half-mile from where she passed on. She had graduated from Shueyville High School when a handsome young man caught her eye.

Kenneth Zangerle, 76, of Hopkinton, died at his home on Saturday, March 30, 2013. Funeral services were held April 4 at St. Luke’s Catholic Church, Hopkinton, with interment in the Hopkinton Cemetery. Father John Kremer officiated.

We’ve all been told that cleanliness is next to godliness, but I’ve never quite accepted the connection. I heard the phrase most often when my mother was trying to get me to perform some unpleasant chore like scrubbing off the ring around the bathtub, or cleaning up the mess the cat made under the sofa. She expected it to convince me to wash my hair when I’d rather be at the library searching for a Sherlock Holmes story I hadn’t already read, or to help her polish mirrors and windows when they looked clean enough to me.