That Was Ugly, but I Didn't Cry

So a few years ago, maybe in 2002, I was watching my beloved Blued Devils play in the NCAA finals. Oh how I love Duke basketball. Don't ask why. No I didn't go there. It's a long story. And it's late...too late for me to tell it. But anyway, I was watching them play India, I think. It doesn't matter. What matters is that they lost. And I threw a royal fit. I screamed at the t.v. Okay, big deal. Who hasn't done a little screaming at the t.v. during a sporting event. But the kicker? I cried. UUUUGGGGLYYY! Why would I do that? How had I let myself become that invested in a game and a team? With people bouncing a ball down a court and shooting it into baskets. People, mind you, that I don't know and probably never will.

I mean, it's one thing to enjoy watching your team play a good game. But crying? Really? REALLY???

So wow, I watched the BYU vs. Utah game tonight. And it was ugly. For us. BYU got their trash kicked and smashed and basically, they handed the field to the Utes. It was most certainly disappointing. And when it comes to football, I feel for BYU what I feel for Duke. That is to say, I feel an extreme loyalty.

BUT, I didn't cry. In fact, I'm not even upset at all. I wish my team could have put on a better show, even if they had still lost. Let's face it 54 to 10 is a serious whooping of the behind variety. Still, I learned that you can't get so involved in a game that you scream and cry and throw fits when they don't win. So it was ugly. My team lost. And I stayed sane.