The Cincinnati Bearcats are officially cursed. If the buzzer beater against Butler, failing to close out Iowa State and SMU, and the double overtime loss to Temple didn’t prove it, last night certainly did.
I can’t even begin to understand what this team did to deserve this much horrible luck. Did the horse Art Long punch cast some wicked horse curse on the program? Did Bob Huggins cut off the wrong voodoo witch doctor while speeding around Cincinnati on one of his maybe-maybe not drunken tirades? What could it possibly be?
At this point it’s explainable beyond the point of reason.