Throw Me a F@#%!&G Bone Basil

A college basketball stud himself,
not even Sheed could believe what he saw
on Monday night in Houston.

For those of you that wasted a few minutes of your cornucopia lives to read my last blog post Why Butler Will Win, which can be found here, then please forgive me. I basically went out on a limb, forgot to pack the parachute, stumbled around more than Brittney Griner in the paint, and took a bigger fall then the Lords of the SMU football program that was slapped with more violations than Rasheed Wallace has T's in his career. 

To my credit, I at least covered my ass more than Lindsay Lohan has in the recent years by stating that March Madness had crept into early April.  I think that might be the understatement of the year when looking at the Butler team that showed up, err didn't, at Reliant Stadium on Monday night.  I think Uncle Vince said it best: 

But to be fair, I don't even think that clip does justice to just what the hell happened in what Fant called a Wisconsin Valley Conference high school game.  I was gathering reflections from some friends and one friend said that it was like watching your first movie with your parents and a pair of breasts flashes across the screen.  The moment is brutally awkward, painful to describe, yet somehow there is that temptation to rewind and see if what happened was actually real.  Not only does that describe the National Championship game, but Butler's sloppy play were the breasts on the television set. 

In the end, there are no words to explain 18.8% shooting from the field besides a little bad luck. Brad Stevens himself couldn't find the right words from any dictionary to describe 12 of 64 on the biggest stage. I wanted to blame the rims and the defense to UConn, which deserves a salutory golf clap, but I think it's best if we just recognize what Butler has done to the college basketball scene over the last two years.  A lot of credit must go out to Brad Stevens and his staff for taking their $1.7M budget and finding a way to be better than the teams that have the misfortune to play them.  For all the mid-majors and little guys in the world, I hope Brad Stevens finds it in him to stick around at Butler for a few more years and then move on to greener pastures (maybe Indiana?) where he can build his legacy and feel good story. 

I have a feeling Butler won't be in the doghouse for long...

-Pat