The scoreboard read Texas 65, Miami 53. The under 12 minute timeout whistle blew. I sighed, clicked the remote. My heart was pounding. I needed to get out of the house.
To be clear, I wasn’t quitting. I needed a break. I was too worked up. Changing shirts wasn’t working. Switching seats wasn’t working. Complaining on Twitter wasn’t working. So, I hoped that my turning the TV off and clearing my head would be the reverse juju needed to turn the tide in what was an insanely out-of-this-world performance from Texas.
I plugged my phone in and left.