Be proud, Spartan Nation. I am.
Proud of a team that didn't quit trying to learn how to use its abilities. Proud of a team that kept its composure under conditions that would melt most mortals. Proud of a team that played hard and well even in defeat, to a team that I think will end up winning it all.
So let's cheer on the women and get ready for a momentous Final Game on Monday.
If I had to watch this wild ride end, at least I got to do it with good folks. I headed over to Grand Rapids to watch the Final Four with old friend Joy Sarnacke (nee Chastain), her husband, Scott, and various other Sparties. We commandeered some tables at a local sports bar, ate tons of bar food, and drank from pitchers big enough to comfortably fit Jackie Rexrode. Thanks to the Sarnackes for preventing me from watching the games with no one but the dogs. It was a great time.
In other news:
1. You know you're in West Michigan when you pass a church sign on the highway that reads, "Thank God it's Spring! Seriously -- Thank God."
2. I'm starting to like these dogs, which worries me. They just get so happy to see me whenever I enter the room. That really feeds my ego.
3. I'm reading Russell Banks' "Continental Drift" right now and might try to kill it off by the end of today. Anyone else reading a good book?
Thanks for reading. More to follow.