I'm going to have to just lay this out there - you owe me $5. Five hard-earned dollars. Five single dollar bills that could have bought me a tuna sub from Blimpie. Or could have at least paid for my dignity.
You lost. LSU beat you. Are you aware of that? Are you aware that you were only nine points away from at least making my $5 almost worth it? That's only three three-pointers. Four baskets and a foul shot.
I put my faith in you, Mr. Devil. My $5. My NCAA Men's Basketball Tournament bracket had your name all over it. You were going all the way, Blue. All the way. And then you lost.
The news is calling this an upset. An upset. But I'm going to go ahead and call it a waste of $5. I'm going to have to cut all ties with you, Duke. I know this relationship just started, and I know we were getting along nicely. But then you lost, Blue Devil, and that's where I draw the line.
I'll be more careful next year. The NCAA Men's Basketball Tournament hasn't seen the last of me.