Funny story that will hopefully add some levity to these past three days:
I have a UConn basketball-specific group chat with some buddies from our class of '16, which basically serves as a live game chat plus a location to discuss all things UConn hoops/recruiting. There are about 8 of us in there. One of them (a casual we'll call Benedict Arnold) has admitted many times recently that he simply "can't keep up" with our discourse in the group so he just frequently ignores it, and knows he should be kicked out, though he can't bring himself to leave it on his own. (He's still in a million other group texts with us so this isn't, like, cruel conditional friendship.)
Fast forward to the Creighton game this past week. We're down 14. Everyone in the group is understandably pissed. We're firing off 100 texts per minute just venting, and he's not participating at all, as usual. He may not have even been watching the game. We decide that now is the time to boot Benny Arnold, so I remove him from the chat.
Like clockwork, Liam McNeeley is endowed with the prowess of Michael Jordan, and the rest is history in Omaha. Thus, I pose the following to the denizens of the Boneyard: Was this effectively a human sacrifice that pleased the basketball gods and allowed us to win at Creighton?
