Ah, February. The time of year when Kentucky gets hot, John Calipari *figures it out,* and we look up at the calendar and realize with delight that March, the greatest month of all, is right around the corner. LET THE MADNESS BEGIN!
But what happens when it doesn’t work out that way? When the season has been so, so bad that no amount of *figuring it out* can build a resume worthy of inclusion on the second Sunday of March? What are we–the spoiled fans that we are–supposed to do?
Well, there’s always the option to stop caring what happens.