Final Sickness

It was too cold to cry, when I woke up alone-
I hit my last number, I walked to the road.

So, the Final Four came through with a whimper.  You can already here Tony Reali asking, "did Butler win the game, or did Michigan State lose the game?"  Please don't try to imagine Jay Mariotti's response but nothing but headaches will ensue.  And how good is Duke?  Ah yeah, about those headaches?

Actually, if you look at it, this could be a really interesting game in a whole unstoppable force meets an immovable object in a blender with all things held constant in theory kind of way.  Yeah, that sounds about right.  Can Duke score on Butler?  No one else has been able to.  Can Butler halt Duke's lights out shooting?  Again, no one has else has been able to.  So, in other words, what the fuck?

We can all talk about how much we'd rather be watching Duke versus Michigan State so we can determine who truly is the best coach in college hoops, but who am I kidding?  We all (ALL!) would rather be watching West Virginia in the finals rather than Duke, no matter who their opponent would be.  But we'll play the hand we're dealt.  Besides, isn't Butler just bizarro-Duke anyway?  They got the white kid who looks way too young to be in college (Hayward), the white kid that looks way too dirty to be rich and Dukish (Howard), and the short black dude who may or may not be all that good (Mack), and the extremely likable, good-looking, young coach... Okay, strike the last one.  Maybe if we had said sniveling rodent-like, old pollock.  But we didn't.

There's one more thing we wanted to say about this.  What was it?  Oh that's right:

Go Butler.

Sickness Fin.

Go Butler.