Let’s just say I had many reasons to be rooting for UNC Saturday night. I picked all four of the final four teams, as this was the most obvious top heavy bracket in NCAA history, and I had UNC over Memphis in the finals. This was to be a brilliant decision on my part, so that when the two matched up, I would hedge my bet by placing almost half my possible winnings on Memphis, who would be the underdog by a few points, giving me about +140 on my money.

Then, Saturday rolled around. I was glued to ESPN and CBS all day, absorbing as much coverage as possible. Although Memphis was less favored than UNC was, I was much more concerned for the UNC game. Let’s face it, UCLA is garbage, and won three games on bad calls towards the end of the season. Kansas, although having the easiest road to the final four, never looked that impressive, but won all their games fairly, and has the talent to compete with anybody.

On ESPN, they showed all teams’ Saturday morning breakfasts. Kansas seemed pretty loose and a bit hyped up. UNC seemed like a bunch of guys waiting to find out if they were positive or negative for HIV. I was worried.

Memphis man-handled UCLA, and I was officially shitting myself. All I need is the top ranked team in the country to win one more game, and I am set! The teams are coming out of the tunnels, and Kansas is still hyped up, while UNC still looks like they just received lobotomies. Immediately after seeing both teams come onto the court, I told my girlfriend and mom “I am fucked.” I was right. UNC just didn’t have it. Was it coaching? Was it the players? Why weren’t they properly motivated? Why couldn’t they hit 5 foot jumpers or any threes in the first half? Why were they ridiculously careless on passes? So many questions, so few answers, and who loses? Me.

Fuck.