Weekend Update: Sports Grief

After the Wildcat's heart-breaking loss to UNC Saturday night, I went to bed wondering about what might have been. When I woke up the next morning, I was still upset. What was going on? Being from Miami, a city where you couldn't get close to a sports team if you tried (see the Marlins), I did not recognize the symptoms. I had sports grief. An acute (depending on your team) often recurring (see the Boston Red Sox before 2004) condition that comes from serious investment in a group of athletes. Often preceded by euphoric highs as your team advances through round upon round of elimination, the sharp pain of defeat sets in after the final buzzer sounds and the loss irrevocably confirmed. A gnawing hole forms in your consciousness as you realize there will be no more hoping, no more celebrating, and no more heart-pounding, suspense-filled moments spent with friends over beer and nachos. Because that's what's really tough about sports grief, you say good-bye to the community of people that came together in a common desire to see a successful team. It was a great season for Villanova and a spot in the Final Four is nothing to be ashamed of. As the grief finally settles into acceptance, we can look forward to brighter things like: spending time with family over Easter, the start of baseball season, and a great recruiting class in the summer.

P.S. The nachos at Mackeys (last *sigh* gamewatch was moved) were significantly better than the ones from Penn's Quarter Tavern

P.P.S. I would trade good nachos for a shot at the championship any day!

P.P.S. Stay tuned for posts on Easter dinner prep. We are T-6 days from the big event!