All year I’ve watched the Kentucky Wildcats men’s basketball team in awe. I’ve watched them with disbelief and envy. I’ve watched them with morbid glee as they’ve dismantled opponents as Robert Durst would a female neighbor. I have wanted Kentucky to win — and go undefeated — all year, because I have enjoyed watching greatness and want to see that greatness fulfilled.

That is, maybe until seeing this picture.

40-0 is, of course, what Kentucky’s record would be at the end of the season, should they win the national championship.

Granted, it has always been known that Big Blue Nation is a legion of canoeist molesting hill people whose only interest in keeping public libraries open is so that they have access to computers they can use to yell about Kentucky basketball on the internet. This isn’t even the first, or worst, bad Kentucky basketball tattoo. But man this is some quality Schadenfreude staring me in the face — also, four asses.

Screw it, I still hope Kentucky wins. They’re too fun to watch, and I think rooting against the best teams just because they’re the best is lame. So I’d much rather the Appalachian, knee-slapping masses rooting for a team representing an institution of learning at least five grades higher than where their own education ceased get to yee-haw than the smug, smarmy trolls rooting for failure get to grin and be sarcastic for five minutes before moving on to ruin something else for someone.

But if Kentucky does lose, it’s a win-win for me now.

[via Total Frat Move]