Galactic wrongness

 Hey, it's not like I haven't been wrong before. I mean, I thought Pauly Shore was gonna be the next Brando.

(No, not really)

I've picked various Andrettis to win the Indianapolis 500, for heaven's sake. Said, "Well, they'll be good again someday" when my Pittsburgh Pirates traded Barry Bonds and Bobby Bonilla 30-some years ago.  Was sure Lance Armstrong was clean because DAMMIT HE SAID SO.

But there is wrong, and there is epically, galactically wrong. There is, um, yesterday wrong.

When, sometime around 1 o'clock in the afternoon, I tweeted this: "Can't shake this feeling Utah State pulls the upset today ..."

After which Purdue Pete hit me in the head with his hammer and said, "The hell is wrong with you, son?"

Dunno. Temporary insanity, perhaps? 

Because of course Purdue went out and paved Gainsbridge Fieldhouse with the Utah States, winning by 39, 106-67. Zach Edey scored 23 points and took 14 rebounds in just 25 minutes. Fletcher Loyer put up 15 points on nine shots and dished six assists. Trey Kaufman-Renn scored 18 and yanked eight boards. Purdue outrebounded Utah State 49-26, and none of Purdue's starters played more than 31 minutes.

Yeah, boy. Some feeling I had there.

"Apparently it was just indigestion," one of my friends tweeted helpfully.

Apparently. And a big ol' honkin' case of the terminally stupids, besides.

See, I totally missed what now seems obvious: That Purdue is still big mad about getting chortled at for last year's catastrophic first-round fail against a 16-seed. The Boilermakers won their two games in Indy by an average of 33.5 points. And Edey, placid demeanor and all, flipped the world a double-barreled bird by going for 53 points and 34 rebounds in the two blowout wins.

"'Just tall', huh?" you could hear him saying, were he so inclined. Which he's not.

In any case, this is a Purdue team that's clearly been waiting a whole year to hit back at its tormentors, and this weekend the Boilers threw a Joe Frazier left hook. They entered the Madness this time with a sneer on their lips and a heartfelt invitation to kiss their hindparts, and woe betide anyone who doubts how deadly serious they are this time around.

Which would include me, it seems. And so, sorry, guys. It won't happen again.

Oh, look. Zach Edey just answered with another middle finger.