There were no expectations in this corner that U of L could or would win a game at MSG this weekend.
And, frankly, there were no expectations from here that they’d be legitimately competitive against Texas, UConn or IU.
And so I sit here after two tough losses in winnable games, doing something I never expected to be doing.
Replaying moments or interludes when the tilts might have turned.
Dealing with that gnawing disappointment that comes with coulda woulda shoulda defeats.
Hoping that a little dinner will remove that pit in my stomach.
Frankly, as an old fart with a faint heart and too many miles on the odometer, it’s often easier when circumstances are such, you can say, “Well, it just ain’t happenin’.