- It guarantees the team a bid into the NCAA tournament. And we all know what happened last year.
- When we're in Boston this weekend, watching Selection Sunday will be a joyous event as opposed to hours of nail biting and finger crossing.
- Mike and I are still married.
I get a little emotional watching VCU basketball. I call it passion for the sport. Mike thinks I’m psychotic.
He doesn’t get why I agonize over every missed free throw or ill-timed foul. When we were in school he very rarely sat by me at games.
Over the course of 8 years we’ve never watched a championship game together--last night was the first time. I tried to keep cool—Mike shot me a few sideways glances when I would huff at the screen—but towards the end I was unraveling. The game got way too close for comfort.
I wasn’t the one standing in the middle of the living room, clenching my fists and yelling “YOU GOTTA SINK THAT” at the TV.