Today was Final Four Practice Day A.K.A. The Butler Lovefest Circle Jerk. If Gordon Hayward would have dove in the stands for a loose ball, he would have been torn limb from limb (in a loving, 50's Elvis crowd way), with each new orifice serving as a moist souvenir to the ravenous, Bulldog-hungry crowd.
Why waste another minute talking about it when you can just see my short, blurry, far away photo diary!
Impressive? Check. 21st century? Check. A suitable replacement for the dome in my heart? Not so fast, my friend.
Ah, it's always nice to see my childhood legs again. And no, I didn't take this perverted picture with the kid in mind. Just noticed afterwards. 
Can you spot the poser in this picture? Hint: It's not Ryan Diem.
It took us an hour to find a parking space. And it was in an alley.
Yep, this many people got together to watch free throw drills.
People went NUTS when Butler ran off the court. A genuinely great Indiana sports moment. Other things people went nuts at? Brad Stevens's cheesily endearing, "Man, this is Indiana!" (or something along those lines), and when I stood up to stretch.
Pictured (from left to right): Two Butler guys discussing pussy, Drunk Unathletic Curt Schilling, Indiana University head coach Tom CreanGo Bulldogs. I don't care. My dad took me to Butler games when I was a kid. I'll cheer as loud as I want.
Your sudden Butler fandom reminds me of the time my cousin Matt arbitrarily decided to become a die hard Phoenix Coyotes fan.
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