I sat in the rain and cold for three hours this weekend (with the other 17 people at Husky Stadium) to see our team lose a game that we almost certainly should’ve won. It was a cruel twist of fate that we were given the glimmer of hope early in the game, only for the same recurring nightmare to repeat itself. Someone even hit my car while I was leaving the parking lot. If it wasn’t for the quality company, Saturday would’ve been a total loss.
But here we are just 36 hours later, and we are finally in a position to be optimistic again.