Aisander
Duda wrote this. He’s been here many times before. Somehow
someway this post is about the mixed feelings of optimism and pessimism that
surface at the start of any NCAA Tournament run:
On Sunday evening,
Icarus awoke. He first tried moving his arms and then his legs, but his whole
body felt stiff and unable to easily rise from the surface of his bed. His head
ached terribly, and his eyes were blurry and unfocused. As he regained some
sense of the past 48 hours, it dawned on him why it was so difficult to
move.


