In a waiting game following our conference quarterfinal loss to Miami we, well, waited. And unfortunately on Sunday night we got the news that we would not be playing in a postseason tournament.
Just like that.
I'm left with schoolwork and a whole bunch of dirty laundry.
I'm only kidding - well not about the work and laundry but - it won't be so bad. Although the season ended a bit prematurely, I had been preparing myself for what would inevitably come this spring: for the end of the season and my career as a Bull. Today honestly just feels like a day off of practice. String together a couple months of days off though, and you get my final half semester of college.
I don't want to turn into a vegetable (and I also suffer from a mean case of Restless Leg Syndrome), so the couch potato thing won't work out for me either. Good thing.
For the next few months I'll be doing my self-prescribed Beach Body workout in between classes and laundry. Maybe by the time I'm done with school I'll have become enough like Rambo to go to the beach (or to put on a tie and go into work...I can't wait to get a job and work all year long ::sarcasm::).
I do want to take an opportunity now to thank everyone who has supported the team and myself over the past few years. There were some ups and downs, but it was a great run. And also thanks to the family and friends who were around before I got to Buffalo that helped me along the way; and to those who will be around now and in the future, after basketball.
It's been over 20 years since I got my first basketball hoop. I have stories for days and memories for the ages. I'm looking forward to the next part of my life, but there will always be room for the last 20-plus years of that I spent on the court. We hear it all the time, but the years really do fly by. Enjoy the ride.
"It's not about the breath's you take, but the moments that take your breath away..."
[editor's note: Don't stop reading my blog just because the season's over. I can assure you I'll have plenty of stories for you until my Van Wilder college experience is finally over in May. If I stayed here any longer they might have to name a building after me or something. Five years? Some little kid was born, learned to talk, walk, eat on his own and tie his shoes since I've been at UB. While I developed my jump shot, this little kid developed a taste for his favorite food, probably has a favorite color, started playing his favorite sport and experienced chicken pox. That's an eternity.]
