All the news reports say we won. Even the commentators while I watched last night confirmed it. Mike confirmed it from the third row at the ACC–lucky bastard. So I guess we did. I should be excited. Or, at least surprised. I’m not. In fact, I’m not really anything. As I wrote on Sunday, all I can do is shrug.
A completely different team barely lost the last trip around that block on Saturday. By then, I’d pretty much already lost that lovin’ feeling for my badly beaten team. Sadly, I haven’t gotten it back yet. Even more sadly, I don’t even care.