Here it comes. Can you hear it? Can you smell it? I can. Sounds unfair and smells bad, like the dried-vomit aroma that parts of New Orleans just can’t get rid of. But here it comes, and I’m not talking about the vomit but something that offends my senses almost as much: The idea that Kentucky is bad for basketball. You know what I’m talking about. You know the idea. It’s not my idea, but it’s out there.