I can’t disagree.Sooner or later, they have to break the semi-final jinx. Four losses in a row. Has to be a record. Albeit a dubious one.
As I wrote elsewhere, Stanford, South Carolina, Baylor etc. aren't going away. Parity is coming, slowly but surely, like it or not.
Sorry, the writer is T.S. Eliot.When I came downstairs this morning, my wife handed me a cup of java and these encouraging words: "Grow up," she said, "it's just a stupid game; it's not the end of the world." Thus fortified, I turned around and headed back upstairs to retrieve my small blue blankie and to cry myself back to sleep.
How can you live with someone for decades and she just not get it? NOT the end of the world? You jest. Surely during our courtship I read to her the poems of WB Yeats. Surely she must remember that "this is the way the world ends./Not with a bang but a whimper."
So, whimpering, I wish you fellow hollow men a joyful holiday season, a safe and healthy year. With many thanks for sharing a journey filled with great ups and downs. (Here he breaks down and becomes unintelligible.)
Three other teams have done a 0-5 final four run - Stanford, LSU, and ND - they all lost some in the semi and some in the NC game. So the question really is ... Would you prefer to have a imperfect championship record and a better semi-final record, or do you like saying, 'We are 11-0 in NC games, if we get there we win it!'Sooner or later, they have to break the semi-final jinx. Four losses in a row. Has to be a record. Albeit a dubious one.
As I wrote elsewhere, Stanford, South Carolina, Baylor etc. aren't going away. Parity is coming, slowly but surely, like it or not.
My sentiments exactly!When I came downstairs this morning, my wife handed me a cup of java and these encouraging words: "Grow up," she said, "it's just a stupid game; it's not the end of the world." Thus fortified, I turned around and headed back upstairs to retrieve my small blue blankie and to cry myself back to sleep.
How can you live with someone for decades and she just not get it? NOT the end of the world? You jest. Surely during our courtship I read to her the poems of WB Yeats. Surely she must remember that "this is the way the world ends./Not with a bang but a whimper."
So, whimpering, I wish you fellow hollow men a joyful holiday season, a safe and healthy year. With many thanks for sharing a journey filled with great ups and downs. (Here he breaks down and becomes unintelligible.)