The problem with WFU basketball is we (and I include me in this) have to do a ton of mental gymnastics just to conclude we might be/could be/are almost good. We live 1-2 more good players or less bad plays away from "being good."
Maybe it's that stupid, repetitive Jersey Mike's commercial (which has inexplicably fucked up my vibe; I cannot adequately describe how much I hate it), but it just seems exhausting to hitch your emotional wagon to WFU basketball. ManMan pulled me back in, but I've been slipping ever since. I watched this entire game, had moments of excitement, and moments of boredom and despair. But at the end, I'm just sort of tired.