Pat Forde published his much-anticipated best case/worst case analysis for each team in the NCAA tournament field today. Here’s his take on the Cardinals after the jump:
I apologize for the delay in getting this post up. I spent my four-hour drive back to Maine processing my experience on Saturday night and trying to wrap my head around this team’s accomplishment.
Four wins in four days. Three avenged losses. Two wins over ranked teams. One dominant leader emerging from a team that lacked identity all season.
On Saturday night, the Louisville Cardinals defeated Cincinnati, 50-44, to claim the title of Big East Tournament champions.
(observations from MSG after the jump)
I sit writing this for you in the little free time that I have found. Having taken a job tending bar at the best restaurant in Louisville, RYE on Market (shameless plug, come in, say hello,tip me well) I have fallen off the map as a u of l fan. Yes, i record every game, but I have rarely watched any of them. I read the write ups on the chron and then cannot force myself through the impending disappointment. The past couple of weeks have been the most tormenting and I am repulsed with myself when I say that I’m glad that I did not have to suffer through watching u of l bball (bring on football season!). But that being said it is game day today and instead of previewing what will hopefully be a notch in the win column this evening (I’ll leave that for the other writer on this site). I will instead give you with reflections and thoughts.
Yesterday, Adidas unveiled special postseason uniforms for Cincinnati, Louisville and Baylor. While Louisville’s ensemble does pay homage to Beach Gorgui with a fly set of board shorts, it has been met with ambivalence by writers and Louisville fans alike.
After the break, we present some more suitable outfits:
Internet forums, long text messages, awkward bathroom conversations, drunken diatribes, and other 21st century urban poetry notwithstanding, birdswag is the closest I’ve ever come to polished sports writing. As a chronic procrastinator in college, my pathological fascination with U of L sports manifested in other forms. Here are a few examples after the jump: