As I type this over breakfast, I have confession to make. I haven't slept much this week. Sure the fact that my 21 month old daughter is getting her 2 year molars in might have a little to do with it (oh the screaming) but really I just have a constant stream of questions running through my head. And these questions crave answers.
How epic is Dieng vs Davis II going to be? Or will the refs ruin it?
How on God's green Earth are we going to guard Kidd-Gilchrist?
Why do I have this nagging feeling that there is going to be a buzzer beater on Saturday?
Can we turn Teague over?
What were those asses at the Hall of Fame thinking?
What is our team's mindset right now? Are they overwhelmed?
Can we shoot in this dome?
What's up with the offense dominating the defense at spring practice right now (really I didn't loose much sleep over this, but still what the hell?)
Does Rick have something up his sleeve?
Is it going to be Russ-diculous or Russ-tastic?
Can we keep them out of transition?
Was Jessie and AC Slater's relationship really just a convenient way for them to hide their mutual homosexuality?
Will Terrence Jones meltdown at some point in the game? Will he even show up to play?
How high will accidental meth-lab explosions and domestic violence calls spike in rural Kentucky if we beat UK?
Will the Wildcats' shooting be "on" or "off"?
These questions demand answers and I can't wait to get them tomorrow at 6:09 PM EST. I desperately want to reach REM sleep again.