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For the past three years I have had a hard time when basketball season is over. Last year was so terrible I thought life was over as I knew it. I was at my wits end. As I stated last year, I felt so empty and bored, no sparkle, no reason to or to be. I knew something was missing but could not put my finger on it. It was difficult to put into words how I was feeling. Empty just wasn’t the right word. I just seemed to be going through the motions. I was like a flowerpot without flowers‚ a clown without a laugh.
I finally figured out was bothering me, there was no basketball, no hoops, no blue and white running up and down the court. Life was hard after that realization. How can an old woman rely so much on a little round ball for happiness?
This year I thought it would be better, we are on top, we are the champs. We have #8! We witnessed some of the best basketball in recent history with blocks, motors, smiles, dunks, 3 goggles and just superfantabulousglorious displays of what it means to be a team and what it takes to bring THE Trophy back home to Lexington. The Band of Brothers made all our hearts warm and proud.
After the championship game I thought I would be good the rest of the year until it all began again in October, wrong kemosabe. Little did I know how it would affect me with no Uniblocker, no 3 Goggles, no Miller Time, no TJ smile, no MKG motor, no record breaking blocks, no transition from a crying boy to a mature young man who kept his promise.
I have discovered a way to get over these feelings. Here is my solution to life after March until October when Big Blue Madness begins.
Twelve 12 Step Program for withdrawal from B-ball
12. Hide all blue and white t-shirts
11. Don’t buy anything blue until Oct.
10. Don’t associate with anyone over 5’4″ tall
9. Cancel all sports channels
8. Take down shrine on bookcase shelves
7. Remove all blue and white memorabilia from desk at work.
6. Remove magnet bumper stickers from car
5. Take down flag on porch
4. Take down Championship Memorial from front door, my feather boa in the shape of a number 8 with the Mardi Gras mask from New Orleans SEC Tourney.
3. Quit posting and contributing articles on Vaught’s Views
2. Don’t say the “B” word
1. Get a life!!!
One more … make it a 13 Step Program, remove all pics concerning that word from my FB page and albums …. NOT! Does anyone have any more suggestions, this is still going to be hard. How do you get a life when you Bleed Blue?