Having said that, I hope he goes down in flames at Kentucky. I hope he turns the proud Kentucky Wildcats into a national laughingstock. I hope he's dismissed in shame in the middle of another awful season, and has to come crawling back to BYU, hat in hand, willing to do anything just to keep working in the game of basketball. And I hope in that moment Tom Holmoe looks into his sunken, swollen, tear-filled eyes and says, simply, "no."

Then at his lowest point, crumpled in a heap of disgusting misery, a hornet lands on his face and stings him right in the middle of his forehead, causing an embarrassing, painful red bump.