St. Awesome

O Saints, you screaming yellow zonkers of a team. We've had our rough spots, y'all and I -- there's ancient history and we did have to report what we saw last month. But we've never hesitated to say nice things about you, we've ranked you, and then we stormed your court. And now we celebrate your finest hour.

We saw it coming, the nation saw it coming, everybody knew that this had the opportunity to turn into a track meet. You, Super Saints, are perfectly capable of that kind of stuff. What we didn't expect was that you'd run your overrated, overhyped SEC competition off the floor... The 83-62 final was the second-largest margin of victory ever for a No. 14 over a No. 3. The 21-point margin was two short of the 78-55 spread in 1985, when Navy destroyed Louisiana State in Dayton.

Next, it's Villanova. Much like that other teenage riot on Sunday, it's a No. 12 vs. No. 13. But your opponent will be a sad-sack .500 Big East team, one of that conference's weakest offenses, that surfed on the miniscus of the bubble all February. You'll be able to run on these guys too, so rest those legs up. They're even less threatening than Vandy on the boards, and they sure like to foul a lot. So will we see you in the Sweet 16? Should we start checking flights to Detroit? We're getting ahead of ourselves. Men of the green and gold, hearts that are brave and bold... Fight, fight, fight with all of your might! You can win if you will fight, fight, fight!