As time expired and the players turned to shake each other’s hands, I felt like I got punched in the stomach. The tournament was over. The season was over. I was totally and utterly heartbroken.
Walking out in the drizzling rain (so apropos for the moment/my current mood), I asked my friend Emily if she wanted to come over because I didn’t really feel like being alone. A bottle of wine and a few chick flicks later, I realized something.
It was time to break up with Villanova Basketball.