"Our Wildcats, who art the champs, hallowed be thy game. Thy team has won, the season's done, and the Big Blue Nation is in heaven. Give us this title, our stellar eighth, and forgive us for bragging as we forgive those who cheer for Duke against us. And lead us not without Calipari but deliver us from Pitino as we salute Teague, Davis and Kidd-Gilchrist forever. Amen."
Photo courtesy: Associated Press
And yes, I stopped on my way to work at 6:45 this morning to get Papa T. one of the first championship t-shirts off the press. A local printer won the contract for the shirts, and they were available before sunrise in our town. And thank goodness, March Madness is over. Papa T. could not have sustained another week of tight games for his alma mater. As it is, he's over the moon. This after a fair amount of swearing during the last two minutes of the game last night. Or so says his sitter, Miss Nell.