Don't know about you, but I wish I had a couple of hours of my life back after watching that Connecticut-Butler cringe-fest Monday night.
Congrats to UConn -- I guess -- after surviving, 53-41, to win the NCAA men's title. But what an ugly, awful game. To watch Butler shoot the ball last night was to watch Roseanne Barr butcher the national anthem. Or like watching a 0-0 soccer game or a 3-0 NFL game with 14 turnovers.
Basketball is predicated on making shots. Neither team could make them in the first half, and only UConn could in the second. The fact that Butler didn't score a single point inside the paint for the game's first 33 minutes still blows my mind.
UConn's defense was great, and it got the Bulldogs panicking after about blocked shot No.6. But geez... 53-41? I've seen a lot of first halves where that was the score.
This game was a giant letdown in a lot of ways, and I didn't really have a dog in the fight. I would have liked to have seen Butler win just because I'd like to see a mid-major win one at some point, but more than that, I would have liked to have seen a game on the order of the Duke-Butler thriller from 2010.
No such luck. At one point, Butler was 8-for-50 from the field. The Bulldogs' story no longer felt like "Hoosiers." It felt like a bad horror film.