As the table stands we have not played a top 5 team. You know it, you're my boy Blue.
Think of it in terms of your lucky blue jeans. Every night you've gone out in your lucky blue jeans you've managed to pick up some fine ladies of lady town. Every damn night. Then one evening, you put on the sparklers as per usual, head on down to Coyote Ugly, and go about spreading your legs only to find there's not a single bite. Not one. The line is dry, incredulous you go up to shaky Charlotte and demand to know what's going on, I mean, you're in the lucky jeans? "It doesn't matter how hard you shake it, we ain't gonna open no butter jars, I ain't pulling out the circus ring and you're not going to be putting on the Bumblebee mask. Tonight those jeans just ain't lucky."