The game has been over for two hours and I’m still more or less numb at what I witnessed on my TV. Is that really what happened? Did that actually occur? Or is it some kind of horrific mind-mare generated by the lingering afterbuzz of last night’s Leap Day party? I’m just… just stunned. There are no words to accurately describe it, much as I may try.
Oh well. Here’s something. You knew it was coming, might as well get it out of the way now.

DeShaun Williams’ Ghost is haunting us. (Yes I know he’s not really dead.)

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ditto…unbelievable…my weekend is shot..so much hope then despair…it’s like i don’t even want to talk about it…speechless
It’s monday, things still aren’t any better.
I’m honestly surprised at how wrong things have gone down the stretch. Not _shocked_ mind you, but certainly surprised and disappointed.
Josh, you gettin’ that NIT bracket challenge fired up again?
Plans are in the works, which I will be happy to shelve should there be a strong run in NYC.
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