I'm just barely now recovering from Wednesday night's debacle. I had deposited that W in the Bank of Bravado and was already writing a check against it when I watched in horror as the Shockers completely loaded their pants in the waning seconds of the game. There were only slight brown spots showing when we went cold against the zone and proceeded to bang half a dozen or so 3's off the rim. But in that final in-bounds play it was explosive diarrhea city with nary a clean Shocker bottom in sight.
I don't know why this loss hurts so much, but it was particularly wicked in the way it unfolded. I know we lost to a good team; we may still even be top 10-15 on Monday, but it doesn't matter. It feels like we let the whole world down with that loss - particularly because it was in - the - bank.
I'm reminded of a loss we suffered against Northern Iowa circa 2003-2005ish. There was this peckerhead named Ben Jacobson (not related to the coach) that nailed a last-second 3, and in so doing, erased any hope we had of earning a ticket to the Dance. That night almost killed me. Wednesday night was almost as bad for me. I wanted to simultaneously vomit, **** my pants, and pluck my eyeballs out and stomp on them. I barely slept that night walking around the family thanksgiving reunion the following day like a zombie. I got a little energy back when I bumped into a big ChicKUn fan reminiscing about the Shocker beatdown of 2014.
It shouldn't have affected me this much, but with great power comes great responsibility. The Shockers aren't playing for a ticket to the Dance anymore, our goals are much, much higher. I feel bad for the players, I feel bad for Marshall and Co., I feel bad for the AAC (except the trolls who obviously took delight in our shocking stumble - I don't blame them).
Anybody else have a loss that affected them so bad they were ill for days?
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