The agony of defeat.
Louisville 65, Boston College 75.
The winter of our discontent — to coin a phrase — drags on.
(I just paused for five minutes — literally — with my fingers on the home row of my ergonometric keyboard, wondering what to write next.)
No matter how much incremental improvement the Cards might put on display, at some point, it simply falls apart.
Focus and discipline at both ends fade.
Energy wanes.
(Honest, not just writing this for dramatic effect, I just paused again for several minutes, with nothing transmitting from thought center to fingers.