I have long felt like a star-crossed sports fan. I have a nasty habit of intensively following teams that are often pretty good, but they can’t seem to break through to true greatness. Purdue fandom is well documented with its misses. For my Kokomo Wildkats, I have seen them play in a pair of state championship games in my lifetime, but they lost both. I am also a Cubs fan, so before 2016 that brought its own futility. Their World Series title presented me with a new sports white whale: A Purdue men’s basketball national championship.
This year I have tried to be guarded because of what I have dubbed as “Purdue PTSD”.