The NCAA tournament has an endearing history of keeping Darwinism at bay for two weeks. Three is another matter. Survival (and advancement) of the fittest remains the immutable law of the latter stages.
Cinderella is always on the clock, and the clock never stops ticking.
Thus we bid fond farewell to the new patron saint of underdogs, Saint Peter’s, perpetrator of three divinely-inspired upsets. The Peacocks raised the ceiling on what a No. 15 seed can do. They didn’t remove the ceiling.
