The next day after a “Kentucky loss” is hard… the next day after an “NCAA Tournament Elite 8 Kentucky loss” is even harder.
I don’t know about y’all, but today was a tough day. I battled so many internal feelings between last evening and tonight. I was happy, sad, angry, confused, upset, hungry (that’s common and unrelated), frustrated, and so many more feelings and emotions. I don’t think anything else in my life can cause so many different emotions in such a short amount of time. I had anxiety the whole game against North Carolina. My heart raced like a horse in the Kentucky Derby when Monk tied it with his three… and then my heart completely stopped once Maye hit his shot. No human should have to go through such a rollercoaster of emotions.
I don’t even have a real reason in writing this article except to maybe relate to someone else out there who is feeling this feeling. It’s like opening up clothes at Christmas as a kid… but worse. Seeing videos and pictures of the players upset… really hurts. Reading tweets by former players… doesn’t help, and watching reaction videos… only makes it worse. I don’t want to watch Sportscenter for a couple weeks, and I don’t even want to discuss ‘what could have been?’ Kentucky wasn’t supposed to lose. This whole thing seems like a bad dream… a nightmare… and I’m waiting to wake up and think we’ve got the Final Four to look forward to now.
As a diehard Kentucky fan, we know that it’s more than a game on the TV/internet. It’s family. It’s friends. It’s a gathering of people who love each other to celebrate something that everyone can agree on. There’s a common goal that every Wildcat fan has… to cheer our Wildcats on to win a National Championship. We laugh together, cheer together, and nights like last night… even cry together.
I’m going to miss our seniors, and I’m going to miss the players who decide to leave. At the end of day, with tears in my eyes as I write this… Go Big Blue and it’s Kentucky until I die. I hope everyone gets over the loss… time really does heal some wounds… and BBN… we’re wounded.