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To DePaul Day Or Not To DePaul Day?

As some of might be aware, in the heat of passion last night I went all Rudolph Santa on Twitter and canceled DePaul Day I 2012.

I'm still leaning towards no festivities (at least for D Day I), but the more time fills the distance between the present and the Disaster at the Dunk (TM), the more on the fence I become about the whole thing.

DePaul Day is a tradition as storied as any on Card Chronicle. It's the one day a year (or two this year) where we can all come together and celebrate the fact that the Louisville Cardinals are playing a basketball game they cannot lose.

And now, all that is in jeopardy.

I just kind of feel like.....

(Camera pans out to show Mike Rutherford sitting in a stand-alone chair and staring out a window into a yard chock-full of puddles and dead grass. The sky is grey. The surrounding trees are barren. It's raining. A soft piano breaks the silence.)

Where are you DePaul Day
Why can't I find you
Why have you gone away
Where is the laughter
You used to bring me
Why can't I hear music play

My world is changing
I'm rearranging
Does that mean DePaul Day changes too

(It's Thursday morning. Rutherford's wearing the same clothes to go along with the identically hollow expression on his face. He's been up all night reading lengthy emails about Rick Pitino and Peyton "Silva." He still can't sleep. He's staring into the same yard. The grass is still dead. The puddles are still there. It's raining again.)

Where are you DePaul Day
Do you remember
The one you used to know
I'm not the same one
See what the time's done
Is that why you have let me go

(Friday night. Rutherford's in his room, lying on his bed, staring blankly into the television. He's watching the latest episode of Teen Mom 2 for the seventh time this week. He doesn't have any friends. Miles away his mom is having a glass of wine and making fun of him with his father and their friends. He knows it's happening. Strangely, he's good with it.)

DePaul Day is here
Everywhere, oh
DePaul Day is here
If you care, oh

If there is love in your heart and your mind
You will feel like DePaul Day all the time

(It's Saturday morning. Rutherford's wearing something other than pajama pants and a beige henley for the first time in four days. He rises to his feet as a cacophony of sound rains from above. Faith Hill's angelic voice serves as the egg beater that smooths it all out and finally allows everything to make sense.)

I feel you DePaul Day
I know I've found you
You never fade away
The joy of DePaul Day
Stays here inside us
Fills each and every heart with love

Where are you DePaul Day
Fill your heart with love

I never understood why Faith felt the need to belt out the last two lines. They sort of render the previous verse meaningless. So...did she actually find Christmas or not? Is she searching again or searching still?

I guess that mystery is sort of appropriate right now.

Will we find DePaul Day?

(End Note: If you want a sexier version of this post, use "2 Become 1" by the Spice Girls. Are you as good as I remember, DePaul Day? Get it on, Get it on.)