bballbeadle
Woman of a certain age
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I was ready with the "so proud of our guys" speech. Was practicing it in my head during the game. (These are speeches I usually give to myself.) During the Gonzaga game, I was emotionally in there clawing and screeching and imploring. I was with a group of people with whom I have watched a hundred away games. We are an intense little group, especially 25 year old Ryan, who told me before the first game, "Peggy, we are going all the way this year. I feel it. I FEEL it."
"Sure, we are, Ryan," I said, worrying about his mental health. And then we started to win.
Virginia was different, though. They were a LEGIT #1 seed. They were "the best team left in the tourney." And when we started fading, I started detaching. At halftime, Ryan kept asking me, "ARE YOU BELIEVING?" No, I wasn't. Although I do buy into the notion that our thoughts can set up energy patterns that are either creative or destructive. So, I tried. In the second half, I felt a great calm come over me. I was accepting the loss. I was loving the team. I was good.
Well, we all know the rest of the story. At some point during the last 6 (?) minutes, I got my frenzy on. At the two minute mark we were all standing up. The yelling was so epic that my husband shoved napkins in his ears. And just as I didn't get how we had beaten Gonzaga, I really was not getting how we were beating Virginia!! HOW IS THIS HAPPENING????!!!!
The rest is literally history.
So, I admit it. While fiercely loving the team, I had given up on them. Isn't it wonderful sometimes to be proven wrong?
"Sure, we are, Ryan," I said, worrying about his mental health. And then we started to win.
Virginia was different, though. They were a LEGIT #1 seed. They were "the best team left in the tourney." And when we started fading, I started detaching. At halftime, Ryan kept asking me, "ARE YOU BELIEVING?" No, I wasn't. Although I do buy into the notion that our thoughts can set up energy patterns that are either creative or destructive. So, I tried. In the second half, I felt a great calm come over me. I was accepting the loss. I was loving the team. I was good.
Well, we all know the rest of the story. At some point during the last 6 (?) minutes, I got my frenzy on. At the two minute mark we were all standing up. The yelling was so epic that my husband shoved napkins in his ears. And just as I didn't get how we had beaten Gonzaga, I really was not getting how we were beating Virginia!! HOW IS THIS HAPPENING????!!!!
The rest is literally history.
So, I admit it. While fiercely loving the team, I had given up on them. Isn't it wonderful sometimes to be proven wrong?