A Happy Valentine’s Day came early for the Louisville Cardinals.
I know, I know, I know, a cheap joke, a pun of sorts.
I could claim innocence, being possessed, say the devil made me do it. But nah. I had to go there. If you’re a hoopaholic, it was a sweet moment.
With about 9:00 or so to play, Louisville’s 14 point halftime lead had been whittled to 47-42. Pitt was trying to get in touch with its inner Stephen F. Austin. It was hoping to draw Purple Aces. And doing a dang fine job.
Louisville’s game had turned grayer than its first time unis.