So the Wolfpack lost.
Our most important player played with a stomach virus that he contracted 24 hours before the game.
The refs were blatantly unbalanced.
Our star blocker was so worried about fouling he couldn't get his usual blocks.
The announcers had their heads so far up Louisville's butts you could find their facial imprints on colonoscopies.
But you know what? They fought.
Every second of every minute, they fought.
And it's not like Louisville had it in the bag the whole game; it wasn't until the last few minutes they got the lead back and ran with it.
And still, we got into the Sweet 16. We went further than just about anyone expected, considering we were picked 10th in the ACC pre-season rankings.
So we have plenty to be proud of.
Wolfpack pride runs deep. Win or lose. And we've got plenty of talent heading into next year.
So until I die, you'll hear me shouting - GO PACK.
Now I'll be cheering Duke on to the championship for my grandma.