I walked around all day today thinking of the Texas Rose Bowl, and the wretched, inconsolable emptiness that accompanied me the rest of that night and all the next day, right up until the moment I won five hundred dollars in a poker tournament (and it still hurt). To want something that badly and have it denied, and have it denied in precisely the manner you thought it would be denied (the Trojans' soft defense, minus the four All-Americans from the previous year)--for all this to happen made me question the very act of rooting for a team at all.
The one inescapable truth of sports is that it feels worse to lose than it feels good to win. So why do we torture ourselves? Why do we care?
Last night was why we care.
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I'll go even one better. The way you fell when your team wins AND the awesome feeling of knocking your hated rival out of a bowl they DESPERATLEY wanted.
The Sun Devils win, wildcats stay home AGAIN(thnaks the the Devils)and the 2-14 against ranked teams Koetter era is OVER.
Happy Holidays!
Go get McGinnis?
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