Every March, or April if we're all fortunate enough, on the day after final Louisville men's basketball game of the season, I write a post on my website titled simply "The Worst Day of the Year."
It's hyperbole only in the sense that there's no way for me to know what awful things are going to happen on other days. The truth is that, as far as guaranteed depressing occurrences are concerned, being faced directly with the knowledge that it'll be another 12 months before the dream of the mighty Cardinals cutting down the nets has a chance to be realized has always ranked right at the top (or the bottom) of every Mike Rutherford calendar year.