I remember the first time I cried as a Kentucky basketball fan. The 2009-10 Wildcats lost to West Virginia in the Elite Eight on a night where seemingly nothing went right (a 4-32 three-point shooting performance sunk any chance at a win).
I’m old and withered with cares enough to no longer cry at a sports team loss as a fan. But deep down in my soul, the little kid in me is once again sobbing his eyes out on the comforter in his bedroom.
That one hurts. It really hurts. Not as much as it’s going to once the disbelief fades, because it’s obvious that Notre Dame should have won that game in any number of ways.