1. Remember, Remember, The Ninth Of February. Barring a run that ends with the third national title in program history, Louisville's 2007-2008 season is likely to be best remembered for the events of Feb. 9. Acting in accordance with a "white out" theme, Rick Pitino walked onto the floor for the Cardinals' home against Georgetown wearing an all-white suit. The questionable sartorial decision resulted in a hoard of predictably disappointing Scarface/Fantasy Island/Saturday Night Fever jokes from the old and new media alike, as well as a 31-23 halftime deficit for his team. He ditched the duds in favor of a more traditional black suit for the second half, and then watched the Cards outscore the Hoyas 36-20 and snatch their biggest win of the regular season. Pitino initially told Erin Andrews after the game that the switch was made because he spilled Diet Coke on himself in the locker room, but later admitted that he was actually worried about sweating through the suit and people being able to see that he was "wearing blue filters." Proving once again that he is indeed the greatest head coach to ever come out of Dickensian London.
2. You Are My Everything. Senior center David Padgett's college career was thought to be over after he broke his right knee cap in the second game of the season, but he made a miraculous five-week recovery, and ended up being a unanimous All-Big East selection. When asked about how important Padgett was to the team, junior forward Terrence Williams tried to sum up his feelings in a way everyone could relate to: "How much do people eat off plates? We feed off him a lot because he's our point-center, our point-forward, our point-shooting guard. He's everything because he rebounds the ball, he passes the ball, he leads us. He could lead us out of the closet, lead us to the ocean. He's just our everything." Also, a fun game to play if you're watching Louisville in the tournament is to count how many times Padgett is referred to as a "coach on the floor," or some slight variation. You won't win anything, but it's a good "God, announcers suck" anecdote to use around your friends, which is the only real reason you watch the tournament anyway.
3. Say It Right, People. There's a lot of confusion over the proper way to say "Louisville," so I'm going to use this space to clear up the issue once and for all. It's not "Loo-ee-ville," it's "Loo-uh-vull." The correct pronunciation, of course, is derived from the city's namesake: King Louah XVI of France, whose zany antics and legendary late-night dance parties endeared him to an entire nation. While the right answer is common knowledge to all Lou-uh-villians, debate over the appropriate way to articulate the beloved King's name has raged since his peaceful passing at the end of the 18th century, and was the subject of a hit song by The Kingsmen in 1955. — Card Chronicle