Here's the great thing about being a sports fan: the transient nature of it all. Yesterday, when the Cincinnati Bengals' defense tipped the ball up into the air and the Broncos' wide receiver caught it and ran it back for a game-winning touchdown with 11 seconds left in the game, I was absolutely devastated. I couldn't believe that the Bengals' offense had worked so hard to come back in the game, only to be let down by the defense, which had played great all afternoon, on what was basically a freak play. I was almost sick to my stomach.But then I thought, Oh, well. This doesn't mean anything to me anyway, really. Win or lose, it's just a way to pass time. And I had no REAL reason to feel bad. I wasn't involved in the game, and I'd had a pretty good weekend. I'd gotten a room of my house painted, I'd spent time with my family, I watched Meredith participating in her first band competition and having a great time, I made it to church, and while the game was on I sat and worked on my laptop between plays and during commercials and got caught up on a lot of work I was behind on.
It was a good weekend, and the antics of a group of men playing a boy's game were not going to get me down.
Besides, there's always next week...
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As a Red Sox fan it was always "Wait till next year" and I did for years ..... I waited until finally after ...... eons. The last few seasons the Bungela have become the Red Sox of old. One game into the season and I say "Wait till next Year"
This has been the mantra for UK basketball fans since 1998. And as you know, it's not just a game here, it's a way of life. But alas, life does go on and fortunately no one is watching us make mistakes on national TV on a Saturday afternoon.
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