The University of Florida will be tipping off against UCLA for the National Championship in less than 8 hours. This is not news. There will be nothing here today that could be construed as "news". In fact, there's going to be precious little here today at all. It's not that I'm too busy to put something together. It's more of a combination of my extreme fatigue from a hellacious weekend of drinking (Is it possible to have a 72 hour hangover?) and my ridiculously childish superstitions. To put it simply, I'm afraid that any sort analysis that I write here will result in the exact opposite occuring this evening in the RCA Dome. For example, I have an irrational fear that a sentence like "Ryan Hollins is an awful free throw shooter" will backfire as Hollins goes 10-10 from the line tonight including sinking the clinching free throws with less than a seconds left in the game (by the way, you're the best at everything Ryan).
All of this may sound ridiculous to you, but it makes perfect sense in my strange, alcohol soaked brain. For these reasons (and many others) you'll receive no thoughts from me on tonight's matchup. If you think this ritual is pathetic and sad (it is), then you should see me during fall Saturdays. I promise that it gets much, much worse than this. Anyway, if this leaves you unsatisfied and you want to read hackneyed analysis of tonight's game, then make your way over to the Worldwide Leader's website and read the worthless trash that Pat Forde and Gene Wojciechowski knocked out in approximatley fifteen minutes (total, for the both of them) this morning.
I'll be back tomorrow (win or lose) with some thoughts on tonight's game. God, can't I take the rest of today off?