There was an inevitability to this.
Your scribe has told the story, yet does so again in part. For it informs Bellarmine’s first ever W over Louisville.
After this opener was announced, he saw Scotty Davenport last summer on his jog near the Reservoir off Frankfort Avenue. Out the window, he yelled in jest to his old pal, “You need to get U of L to play you all in Freedom Hall.”
Davenport’s demeanor turned on a bitcoin from Hail Fellow Well Met to Apoplectic.
“It’ll never happen . . . ever . . .