There are days when the waiting eats at Jon Hood the way acid corrosion can turn a Jaguar into a junker. While the teammates he used to run so freely with go about the business of trying to bring home Kentucky’s eighth national championship, Hood is relegated to all but sitting on his hands. It’s a plight that gnaws at the junior forward, but has also given him a new appreciation for the ability to suit up and play a game he cherishes at a place thousands of players would dribble to on their knees.