The year of our Lord, two thousand and thirteen, was christened “The Year of The Cardinal.” All University of Louisville sports were flourishing. Teddy Bridgewaters. Final Fours. Sugar Bowls. Russdiculous’s. Terrell Floyd pick-sixes. Devante Parkers. Gorgui Diengs. Peyton Sivas. Shoni Schimmel. Conference championships. ACC induction on the horizon. And yes, a National Championship. Thank you Charlie Strong, Rick Pitino, Dan McDonnell, Jeff Walz. Things could not have been better. The architects of the aforementioned glorious age. For over a thousand generations these coaches were the guardians of peace and justice. Before the Dark Times.
Okay, sorry, Obiwan. So it wasn’t exactly over a thousand generations, but you get the analogy.