I’ll be the first to admit that I’ve got it pretty good.
I have a job that allows me to pay my bills. I have a loving family that puts up with me. I have a great group of friends. And I get to cheer for the sports teams of the greatest University in this here land.
But I’ve gotta harp on something for just a minute…it really sucks to be me right now.
Admittedly, had things gone a little differently on Saturday night, I’d be singing a much different tune right now. I’d be in the midst of giving you folks all of the Sammy that you could possibly handle – coming at you each day with laundry lists so full of things to do that you’d think you were Christmas shopping for John and Kate’s eight kids. I would have loved it. And you would have too.
But that isn’t the case. As we all know, our mighty Cats fell one game short of college basketball’s final weekend. And thus, I find myself fully embedded in the midst of the Worst Week Ever.
You see, I currently live in downtown Indianapolis – just a hop, skip, and a jump away from this weekend’s events. I work just a couple of blocks from Lucas Oil Stadium. I live just a mile from the center of all things Final Four related.
Everywhere I go, every time I turn around, there’s more and more Final Four paraphernalia for all to see. I can’t get away from it. Heck, things are so bad for me right now that I even have to drive under the large structure shown above at least twice a day during my daily commutes.
Last week that signage was a ray of hope, a badge that would forever be linked to my Kentucky Wildcats, much like the logos from the Meadowlands and the Alamodome. This week, it’s nothing more than a somber reminder that the road didn’t end where it was supposed to for the most entertaining group of Wildcats I’ve ever laid eyes on (sans the Dance Cats, of course). By now, I’m so tired of it that I think I might just pack some rocks and a slingshot tomorrow and test out the strength of that glass. But I digress.
I can’t ask you to cheer up, fellow Cat fans…because, quite frankly, I have yet to do so myself. But I would appreciate it if you paused for a moment to think of your fellow brother in blue, the one who is stuck right in the middle of the most depressing Final Four this side of 1997.
Much like the Grinch, I’ll be watching Whoville from atop my perch this weekend, envious of the happiness displayed by all. You see, after Saturday night, I’m afraid that my heart is still a few sizes too small.