Words I've typed at least a dozen times over the past few years: this could be the low point.
I don't know if it is. Every time Utah basketball hits the bottom, they somehow find a way to do it again. Sunday's game, which took place on a snowy night in a sparsely attended arena, will definitely not be remembered positively. It was an embarrassment. It was ugly. It was a disaster. It was ... pathetic. I can reel off a thousand more adjectives and it still wouldn't aptly define the truthfulness of this game.
So, I don't know what else to think. I don't know if this team's spirit is broken and we're now at the point where they've just given up. I don't know if it was just the perfect storm (literally, and figuratively) that did this team in. I don't know if we should just accept our fate and concede Utah basketball will never be relevant again.
I just don't know.
What I do know, though, is that Sunday's debacle should never happen again. I don't care how many years you think it takes to rebuild a program, or how we might be improving on an overall larger scale. These losses are demoralizing and sad - especially when they come at home against a program that isn't even all that hot.
After all, didn't the Runnin' Utes beat Stanford last year?
Progress? Maybe once. Now? It's hard to say this team isn't regressing.