SU’s season came to an end 3 days ago, but I’m still coming to grips with the reality of losing on the first weekend of the NCAA Tournament.

 

To assist in the healing process, I’ve solicited the help of everyone’s favorite ice princess.

 

Please indulge in me in this cathartic exercise.

 

The tears glow Orange on the hardwood tonight

Not a 3-pointer to be seen

A nation of isolation

And this 3 seed has lost its sheen

Fair and Keita leaving, maybe Ennis and Grant?

Try to make them stay, but chances are we can’t

 

Don’t let the media in, don’t let them see

Be the Boeheim you always have to be

Be smug, just shrug, put on a show

Don’t pick your noooose

 

Let it go, let it go

Can’t cheer you on anymore

Let it go, let it go

Not gonna make the Final Four

 

I don’t care

What Gottlieb’s going to say

Let the tournament rage on

I don’t like Memphis anyway

 

It’s funny how some losses

Make 25-0 seem small

And the 12-0 start in conference

Doesn’t mean anything at all

 

Is it time to see what Mike Hopkins can do?

Not have to see him in colors other than orange and blue

“No right, no wrong, no strings for me

If Marquette calls, I’m free”

 

Let it go, let it go

Be one with the 2-3 zone

Let it go, let it go

Change the O, leave the D alone

 

No man-to-man

Here I stay and here I stand

Let the tournament rage on

 

ACC power fizzles right into the ground

Mercer, Dayton, St. Louis…disappointment all around

At least this year it’s clear the conference got outclassed

But we’re never going back (to the Big East)

The past is in the past

 

Let it go, let it go

The Dome full from November on

Let it go, let it go

That perfect league is gone

 

Here I stand

Let our unis never be gray

Let the tournament rage on

I don’t like southerners anyway

 

 

 

I find that humming along is quite enjoyable…

 …but nothing beats belting it out like the real deal.