My wife was inconsolable last night. Her happiness for Spike turned into concern when Hancock threw up a barrage of threes and then into despair when the final seconds ticked away. No heroball this time; no happy ending for the good guys. It just felt wrong to me; Pitino was spinning in anger, and then twenty minutes later, he's a genius, a class act, a legend, etc. I was sick.
I woke up this morning and I felt strangely calm. It was the day after a loss, but it was also a day after the end of a great season for Michigan basketball. As I stepped outside, my winter coat felt heavy in the spring warmth and I couldn't help but feel, we came so damn far. It's April, fergodsakes(!), and we were still playing; Michigan basketball is back, and better yet, it's back to stay.
We were all a part of the journey and we have become believers. We're here because we're more than just Michigan fans, we're Michigan family. We have been on a long road to redemption and I know some of you feel that if we haven't reached our destination than perhaps it wasn't a trip worth taking, but I truly believe, that we have already been redeemed because our redemption arises from the journey itself. Sure, the national championship trophy would have been amazing, but looking back over the past twenty years; I'm so proud of where we are today. It truly has not just been an evolution of the program; it's been a dramatic revolution. I have the utmost confidence that we're going to hit our stride and make our run; we're going to continue to recruit the best talent, preach hard work and buy in to a team-first, team-forever mindset.
Our team is a national championship contender, and it wasn't because of one guy; our program is clicking on all cylinders and it's only a matter of time until we cut the nets in April.