I. LOVE. MARCH.
And this year, GOD BLESS 2018, three of my favorite days of the year are all in a row. The first two opening days of the NCAA Basketball Tournament and St. Patrick’s Day. I’m so overwhelmed with the potential of shenanigans right now I don’t know what to do.
So here’s what is going down. Basketball. Lots of it. If you haven’t recognized before, I am a huge sports fan. So the Big Dance…I’m all over it. If I could have four TV’s at my desk right now to watch every active game, I’d do it.
The Selection Show. Let’s talk about it for a minute. TBS…stick to sitcoms. It sucked. The show was garbage.
The first two days are always great. Basketball all day long. My team played solid & moved on to Sunday. Survive & Advance.
So I started writing this post when I still liked March. I now hate it. My team just lost & was upset by the last team that got into the tournament. The game was in Detroit. It was basically a home game. Spartans and green & white everywhere. I’m sad. I’m angry. I don’t want to believe it’s true. I honestly wish it was a bad dream.
I LOVED THIS TEAM. They had everything. The talent. The leadership. It’s been a rough year full of tough situations bigger than basketball but this team persevered. Now, the season is over. Just like that.
I just want to scream. And I know I shouldn’t base my happiness on a sports team of barely legal drinkers but I care so much. I hate that I care so much. I hate that it makes me cry, because the seniors going out this way is awful. I hurt for them. I hurt for the other players who we will lose to the NBA who never even made it to a Sweet 16.
I’m struggling to write because honestly I’m still shaking from it all. Yes, you may think it’s ridiculous that I’m so shaken by a game, but I love my team. I love my school. And I probably get way too emotionally invested in the game, but it’s who I am. It’s probably a character flaw. It is what it is.
Either way, I’m hibernating for a few days. This one stings real bad.