In late November, I sat in Commonwealth Stadium and watch the Kentucky Wildcats blow a 24-7 lead and lose to the Louisville Cardinals, 38-24. I have to admit, that's about the lowest I've been since Joker Phillips was blown out of CWS by Vanderbilt with about 5,000 onlooking fans.
But this was a different kind of despair. This was a despair that said, "We were just as good as that team, we just didn't play together and we were unprepared." That's what stung. That's what made me throw up my hands and say, "Don't talk to me about this team until they show me something different.