OK then, where were we?
Thirty six hours have passed since my diatribe in the aftermath of U of L’s bench meltdown in the final minute of the much-closer-than-it-oughta-been W over woeful Pittsburgh.
I’ve meditated.
I’ve exercised. Several times. Excessively.
Took a walk in the snow, tried to help a car make it up Galt hill. Futilely.
Had long conversations with fellow hoopaholics to exorcise the demons.
Put Spike Jones on the box.
Sooooooo, allow me to share a few observations from the victory.
Then take a look at the Cards’ realistic chances to dance.