I am in mourning for my Utes. If I had a flag pole, my crimson and white would be at half-staff. The game we failed to play on Saturday was as painful a loss as I have ever seen. We got skunked by UNLV, a team that has not beaten us since 1979. That sort of thing hurts. I was hoping, after our upset of UCLA that we might have snapped the early-season funk, but that seems now to not be the case.
I wish I could blame the loss on something else, but I have to place it where it lies: we stunk. Bad coaching, bad player mistakes, misques, and Andy Ludwig. We earned this loss. It was like watching your kid do drugs: you love them so much, but they just keep messing up. Not a happy day.
It has me so sad, that I can't even gripe.
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