It’s a sad day.
Michigan did not win last night.
I have a basketball hangover, but worse than that, the end of the Wolverines’ season stirred up a great quantity of emotion in me.
Emotion that was not all just about basketball, obviously.
Emotion that I probably should have expressed 20 years ago, but I didn’t because I was… a teenager. Sigh.
The truth is, I still don’t know how to express everything I’m feeling: about the team, my father, those last days of his life… About why I wanted this win so badly.
I don’t know why I believe in my heart of hearts that if Michigan had won 20 years ago, things might have been different for him… It might have raised his spirits and he might have lived just a little bit longer… He might have even had an incredible, prognosis-defying rally, set to the tune of One Shining Moment!
I don’t know why I feel like Michigan needs to win the title now, after all these years, to even have some closure about my father’s death… I never really admitted that I still needed closure until now.
I mean, it seems a little silly, I know.
But I do know I can at least say this…
Thank you, Trey Burke, Mitch McGary, Nik Stauskas, Glenn Robinson III, Tim Hardaway Jr. – ALL OF YOU – for doing mostly as I asked. You did not take home that trophy, but you did play like champions. And you did not call any timeouts you didn’t have (thank God). You could do a little better channeling Rumeal Robinson, but I expect you will – next year. When you’re older and wiser and make your second run.
And don’t forget this story, because it’s not over. You have to end it.