I made a promise not to criticize any players by name over the homestand, and I'm going to keep that promise despite the loss to Drake. In fact, I'm done ripping players on this team, period, because during Saturday's game I came to some startling realizations. Its amazing what an afternoon game where you drink a soft drink instead of Pabst Blue Ribbon can do for one's ability to think critically.
But you know what? I'm not going to get into any of that today. Basketball is supposed to be fun, and it is. I enjoy going to games, getting a beverage, some food, and cheering on the team. Is it more fun when they win? You're damn right it is. But is my life really any different when they don't? Nah. The beer is still tasty, the mini donuts are still delicious, and I still had the privilege of sitting in good seats to watch something I enjoy for a couple hours to distract me from all of the worrisome things going on in the world around us.
Why am I so positive today? You know what, I became an uncle again yesterday, and its pretty damn impossible to ever be sad or depressed when you've been at a maternity ward and held a healthy baby. That's some truth right there. I'm out of town at the moment, using free Wi-Fi in a coffee shop in Des Moines to check email and write a quick post here after visiting my brother and his wife at the hospital to see their newborn daughter, which is their second girl. Yep, my super macho brother, the guy who thinks he's Burt Reynolds, now has two daughters. That's pretty funny to me.
I'll be back in Omaha tomorrow and back on this site with some amateur blogger theories on what's going on with this team. See ya then. You bet.
