It is a brisk but beautiful March morning in Kentucky. With no meaningful responsibilities for the day, you roll out of bed later than usual as the sun shines through your window, forming a spotlight on your hungry stomach. Dreams of Chick-Fil-A chicken minis dance in your head and you eagerly jump into your car with excitement for what will likely be a double order on such a picturesque cheat day. Then, as soon as you get down the street, you realize…dang…it’s Sunday and Chick-Fil-A is closed. Your soul is crushed.
As an unabashed Chick-Fil-A addict, this has been the story of Kentucky basketball all season.