3 Down…3 to Go
Posted by frankpos on March 28, 2009
I have now seen Card Heaven.
And it is good.
Jerry! Jerry! Jerry!
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Surrounded in a cavernous dome tinted a deep red with over 20,000 happy road-tripping U of L fans, the Cards proceeded to dismantle embarrass
tear into teensy -weensy pieces spit & stomp on set a new U of L record for largest winning margin in its 96 tourney appearances in beating Arizona 103-64.
T Will skies for a bound. (Photo:Sam4Gtr)
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In fact, it was the third biggest NCAA tourney winning margin of all-time — not since the 60′s has such a total strafing taken place.
It wasn't just Jerry beating the towel. TJ got his licks in too. (Photo: Sam4Gtr)
This was as close to total game perfection I have ever seen at this level from a Card team–and I thought our obliteration of Oklahoma and Tennessee last year was pretty damn impressive.
Jerry got a teensy too bit excited perhaps this time... ; - ) (Photo: Sam4Gtr)
I could go on at length…and probably will when I have gotten my caffeinated and oriented, after swimming in such celestial waters all night.
It's Tourney-Ready Earl ! (Photo: Sam4Gtr)
I’ll post pics of the pep rally at Jillian’s — which was very cool when coach Crum graciously plowed his well into the jammed mob of well wishers and camera flashes, shaking dozens of hands and obviously fired up too.
TJ got his usual 18 dunks and 34 rebounds in 3 minutes of action...(Photo: Sam4Gtr)
About that time, I found myself in front of a small stage when suddenly the LadyBirds , Card Bird, cheerleaders AND band somehow squeezed in, and created a near riot of testosterone -filled excitement.
Ummm, did someone mention the LadyBirds? (Phto: Sam4Gtr)
Yes, it was fun. A LOT.
And I’m ready for a helluva lot more!
Yes, it was celebration time all round. But...we're not done yet! (Photo: Sam4Gtr)
1 to 4, and then 2 to 1.
#1 !
GO CARDS!
Roz said
Steady as you go, Frank.
It’s right there, all out in front of us.
We will not be overconfident, arrogant, and certainly not dismissive. Our stance is grim. Our lips are set.
This will be World War II. Black and white fotage. Monty chasing the Desert Fox through the dunes of Northern Africa.
Our amphipibious war crafts bound for France, as the cold North Atlantic licks at the sandy Normandy beach.
“I’m scared, buddy,” a nineteen year old GI says, turning to a close buddy who he has known for all of four days. “Me too,” responds his new friend, already an old young man, and gristled at twenty.
“Have a butt,” he says, offering him a cig from a soggy pack of Chesterfields, as the seas get more and more rough.
“Thanks, buddy.”
And they puff away. Landfall will be soon.
Then, turning and cupping his hand toward his new friends ear, as the atmospher is overtaken by the water roar, he shouts hopefully, “See you on the other side.”
Good luck today, Frank, landfall will be soon.
See you on the other side,
Roz