It Hurts, Oh It Hurts So Much

The alma mater: overtime loss by 1 point Friday night, beat to the hoop on a g-damned inbounds play. It hurts it hurts it hurts. I made animal noises in the car all the way home. There is nothing good about any of this. Beat on an inbounds play, shooting less than 50% from the foul line, missing the front half of all those 1-and-1's, all of it so bad you can't even say anything about the even-it-up officiating in the first half, or the awful non-foul, non-jump ball traveling call at the end of regulation. Game over, tournament done, greatest basketball player in school history gone, graduated, and the only good thing you can say about it is a bunch of kids in the 408 will probably receive a better education now that Teach is too filled with psychic pain to watch anymore college basketball.