Somehow, I bet he hit this shot.
Brett Dawson of the C-J has reminded us of just how ridiculous Devan Downey has been in his career against Kentucky, even in Rupp Arena. The basics: 21.4 ppg, 4.4 apg, 41.2% FG, 47.6% 3pt. But tomorrow night will be the last shot he gets against the Cats, and I for one couldn’t be happier. Enough is enough.
Since arriving in Columbia, Downey has been a menace. He’s been the bane of Kentucky’s existence for the last three years, especially during the current three-game winning streak the littlest Cock has enjoyed. He hit a shot in the closing seconds to beat us in a game I had to watch in a bar (with a legitimately homeless man mocking me and my friends the whole time) because my power was knocked out at halftime. He played the leading role in a nail-in-coffin loss for last year’s team (and technically Clyde, so that’s not all bad). And, so as not to just kick us while we’re down, he kicked us while we were up, scoring on an array of acrobatic (read: bullsh*t) shots to knock us from our rightful place at the top of the polls just weeks ago. It’s like he’s programmed to beat Kentucky in the most painful way possible for the given game, and he always delivers.
I’m not saying I hate Devan Downey. I respect him and his game. Actually, come to think of it, I do hate him. And I don’t know what makes it worse…that he has repeatedly lit us up, or that he originally went to Cincinnati and should have been Louisville’s problem for all these years. Whatever it is, I know one thing: Tomorrow, if the basketball gods make it so, will be the last time we have to deal with Downey, and this is one yesterday it won’t be hard to say goodbye to. Good riddance, little man. Life will be so much easier without you.