I woke up early to a beautiful day. The sun is shining, my tea is warm, and UVA is a national embarrassment. Here are a few articles I've read. I thought everyone else might enjoy basking in their misery as well.
(If you only have time for one article, make it the Forde article. It's delicious.)
But what happened Friday night? This was not a normal upset. UMBC didn't just win; it creamed Virginia. It won by 20, the new largest deficit faced by Virginia this season.
Even with ACC Sixth Man of the Year De'Andre Hunter sidelined by a late-season wrist injury, KenPom predicted Virginia would win their tournament opener by 20 points. That became their margin of defeat. When the final buzzer sounded in the Spectrum Center, the scoreboard read the improbable: UMBC 74, Virginia 54.
You'll never forget that score: 74-54. And if you saw a legend in real time, you'll never forget where you were as it happened or how it looked as it took shape. Unforgettable. Momentous. Dominant. UMBC didn't beat Virginia, it eradicated it from the bracket and left a plume of smoke that will hover over the sport for decades.
Oh, yeah, and that thing they built their whole program upon, the Pack Line defense, was almost nonexistent, bedazzled by UMBC's quicksilver, four-guard lineup.
And finally, Pat Forde comes in off the top rope:
The 1-16 upset has long been considered one of the final frontiers in sports. The truly impossible upset. And it has been perpetrated by a commuter school from the America East upon the leafy upper-crust Atlantic Coast Conference enclave founded by Thomas Jefferson.