Going into the game last night, I was nearly 100% positive that the Cats were going to get spanked. I was going to watch the game as I always do, but I was already resigned to the fate of the impending blowout. Seriously, it's probably the least hope I had going into any game this entire year. I told my gambling friends to bet the house on Iowa minus 8.5 (it ended up going to 11 so everyone and their Uncle felt the same way).
But what happened? The Cats played their best 36 minutes of the season, completely controlling the game and looking like the better team throughout. And then those last four minutes of pure terribleness- a perfect combination of some missed FT's, turnovers, and an Iowa team that decided to get ridiculously hot just in time.
I would have preferred to lose by 25 and never have been in the game like I had already planned for my Sunday night. But no, even in a game when I had next to no hope, the Cats found a way to pull the heart right out of my chest. That one stung, fellas.
But what happened? The Cats played their best 36 minutes of the season, completely controlling the game and looking like the better team throughout. And then those last four minutes of pure terribleness- a perfect combination of some missed FT's, turnovers, and an Iowa team that decided to get ridiculously hot just in time.
I would have preferred to lose by 25 and never have been in the game like I had already planned for my Sunday night. But no, even in a game when I had next to no hope, the Cats found a way to pull the heart right out of my chest. That one stung, fellas.