The karmic justice of the criminal turds being axed from a tournament they were all (yes, every single one of them) convinced they would win easily is matched only by their hilarious takes after their hopes and dreams were despoiled. No number 1 seed in recent memory had as easy a path to the finals as those assclowns and their punk ass coach did. Watching them crash and burn was definitely satisfying.
I will confess to taking an inordinate amount of joy from seeing them dispatched, but not for the reasons I saw espoused in various other online venues:
"Hay, them Aubren's care more bout us losin than they do their own success and failures. SWEEP, bitch. How you like that?"
"Hay, we done won the SEC. That's whut matter most. I remember when Aubren's best team ever in histry didn't get pass the first weekend, dontchu? Mebbe they orta worry bout choking up a second half lead to the SEC CHAMPS, bitch, afore they start talkin bout any other team chokin. I thank I seen us in the Sweet 16. Where wuz Aubren, huh? Sittin on they ass at home!"
"You know them Aubrens aint nern but skeered. They all knows ol Nate Oats done whooped their fat, sweaty coach. They had a good day or two, but Pearl is done fer. He don't want no more of ol Nate."
And then the most hilarious and least-self aware takes truly made my day. I saw and heard multiple variations of this same theme:
"We gonna hafta do somethin' bout the NCAA Turment. It ain't right that the best teams ain't playin in the Final Four. Ain't no reason no team havin' one good day orta lemonate the best team in the Kuntry. There orta be some kinda way to give them teams another shot or somethin. This done ruint the Final Four. Won't nobody even care bout it without the bestest team in the Kuntry outta it."
Just like those fucking morons.
I'm trying, Ringo. I'm trying real hard to be the shepherd. I'm trying not to hate them, but the reality is I fucking hate every last one of them. I hate their entitled attitude. The hate is alive. It grows.